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letra de 2012 - hv gutter

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[verse 1: hv gutter] still rollin up, still not a blunt, still talkin bout what them
lil n-ggas want, see what they doing ain’t real n-ggas front, i got
that dope n-gga come get a bump, something from nothing gang, i want
the money man f-ck a fame, wonderin why i f-ck dont f-ck with lames, i
see in the mirror how far i came, yeah, dog i swear i god she
recognized me from the music i ain’t even know her name i was with my
n-ggas rowlandmarywayne she was tryna chill i swear they all the same
purple haze all up in my brain, lately things don’t seem the same, out
my window i could see the rain, in my eyes you can see the pain i was
on the corner like a meter maid i can see the game needing v okay i’m
bouta grind for it n-ggas hating on me no time for it i just make a
beat and then i write a rhyme for it, play it at show lets these
n-ggas know it’s my mine bro if n-ggas calmed down and spent some time
on it maybe i would i play it round my homies but i’m only gettin
better now, ain’t no way a n-gga switchin up, get a zip and ima twist
on my grind until i’m rich as f-ck, compet-tion rollin swishers up
i’m rollin raws while i’m wish em luck, ain’t no penalty for giving
love, but when it’s me you feeling different huh, i know

[chorus 2x] i swear i feel like it’s 2012… still kick it with same
stoners… you would be wrong if you think that i did it sober… ima
k!ll all you n-ggas fore the year is over…

[verse 2: hv gutter] back, back, back, back, back, back, i’m back on my sh-t, back
on tha, map, roll a zag, with, a bad little b-tch, friends that i had
gon be mad when i’m rich, ima stay off lifted off that cannabis, stay
to myself how i handle this sh-t, they sleepin me like a zan and a zip
i’m the man in sh-t roll a gram and then fl1ckin my bic and then p-ss
it then dab on a b-tch, n-ggas thought that i was dancin and sh-t
heat the rig and put some wax on that b-tch, shout out all my real
stoners, they copy us but can’t clone us, where were you when we was
loners we was smokin doobies out on the corner roll up 7 doobies out
of a quarter, n-ggas gotta get the scores up that’s why all the hoes
come towards us, we f-ck em hard and y’all boredom she wanna ride my
d-ck from here to florida, n-ggas hatin in my city shoulda been from
pittsburgh or new orelans, or california with it blow about a zip i’m
backstage with smoking with the baddest b-tch
in a ziplock how we package it, all my n-ggas savages doing bad sh-t
my n-ggas never had to quit, i smoke a jay in the whip, hop out then
smoke a jay in the vip, shout out the n-ggas who waited on this, they
ain’t gon hate its okay cause i’m lit n-ggas know

[chorus]

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