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letra de can't forgive - hunxho

[verse]
i need to get sh-t right with god before i reach my peak
my new truck can’t be peeped, too much workin’ in these streets
and i always tell myself, “can’t fail, got too many people who need me”
and i always told myself, “xho, you gon’ ball just like leukemia”
on my twin, no austin powers
locked in, tryna work on my album
in jail like twenty-four hours
n-ggas get stabbed, they don’t take showers
and my opps hate goin to jail, when they get there, it’s blood showers
and when r had got locked up, he kept sh-t silent before he beat sh-t, that’s my brother
free hunt, n-gga die, he touch him
i survived the motion
i’d be wrong, they tell ’em that i’m proud of buddy
and i’m still a felon, can’t get booked out country
and i’m still prevailing, can’t f-ck up my motion
when i slide, it’s backseat jeep
i know i’ll ride when it’s beef
i still’ll load and get ’em gone, i don’t just make songs about this beef
yeah, they talking ’bout the sh-t at the store when i dropped me a n-gga like, “who can’t hit?”
or you talking ’bout the n-gga i spinned right down in that hour when he tried lil’ chris?
or you talking ’bout when bruh got popped, but your boy got dropped? you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh-t
try to slide on me, hear, “frrt,” i put a fully on all my bl!ck
if you f-ck with the gang, then— brrr, lil n-gga, all y’all hoes gettin’ hit
yeah, workin’, i’ve been on the road, i don’t ever be in none of these n-ggas’ mix
pull up on these n-ggas’ block, two hundred shots, we need us a movie
don’t even be with they clique, these n-ggas hop, these n-ggas groupies
never put gun in the bag, it’s in my hand, boy, i ain’t stupid
tryna go slide on they block, i lost a car, hop in an ubey
who not him? how a b-tch gon’ tell me who i am?
shoot at them, soon i send ’em up, i do my dance
they drop diss, spin in twenty minutes, who be playin’?
i don’t like your big homie, i washed him out, now you the man
on god, yeah, this sh-t get bl–dy, but this ain’t bl–dy, this sh-t personal
this sh-t get bl–dy, i’m talkin’ ’bout s-x, money, and murder
and tell your boyfriend, “watch your mouth,” i said i’d murder him, on blood
he talkin’ ’bout he do what and he from where? i ain’t heard of him, on blood
all that cryin’ with sh-t, n-gga
ain’t no tryin’ this sh-t, n-gga
n-ggas die ’bout this sh-t, n-gga
it ain’t nothin’ to drop six figures
i’m a real zone six n-gga
i know you ain’t on sh-t, n-gga
and i know he ain’t on sh-t either
your ho still gon’ f-ck, i k!ll you, she an eater
plus i ain’t livin’ with my b-tch, i don’t need sh-t
n-ggas who love beefin’ with xho ain’t gon’ be sh-t
but some deceased sh-t, on some bip sh-t (on god)

- hunxho

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