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letra de fe4r.nobody - idy bran

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key kelly

[verse 1]
chyeah, i ain’t feel the best about that b-tch
then had to cut her off
the same ones that gon’ turn their back on you
gon’ say they love you though
so that’s why i can’t switch up on the gang
i can’t cut ’em off
we laughing to the motherf-ckin’ bank
you know how it go

[verse 2]
know that i have my bag
get my sh-t right, i had to fix it
i’m finna take me the percy
then feel like i’m flying
then feel like i’m on a mission
yeah we making hits
why he can not pull up?, ‘that boy is a b-tch’
he know that my bro can not ever miss
and know that my diamonds, they be glistenin’
you tryna be me, can not hit this

[verse 3]
i can not fear n0body, no
hop in a whip, big body, woah (chyeah)
i’m on a band, yeah, i’m on a roll
your b-tch givе me brain, she on honor roll
bettеr watch your gang, better watch your bro
got a b-tch so bad, put a b-tch on vogue
i done sold my heart, now they put me on
this brand new cut, now run this song
i be faded off that gas, i be feelin’ like i’m lost
i’ll have them demons take your mind
protect your soul at all costs
know they wanna rob my time away
but i can’t let them, nah
i put that b-tch up in the past
now my feeling’s they is gone
[verse 4]
my respect
can i even give it to them, they not ready
i been drippin’ got margiela on my jacket
keep that fye, by my side
you want action, pocket watchin’
know you see my racks
like nike you wan’ check it
nah, i’m tryna win, what the f-ck they sayin’
nah, i swear your b-tch wanna come my way
can i f-ck with her today
when i hit, pull on her braids
they throwin’ that shade my way
with this rappin’ sh-t i stand my case
can’t chill out b-tch can’t-

[verse 5]
-press no brakes (yeah)
choppin’ your 808, b-tch
i’m in the gang with the same sh-t
i left that b-tch, she was basic
see that my lil b-tch so fine
i hit that blunt to ease my mind
shawty so bad had to hit rewind
why she wan’ f-ck, don’t got the time
talking bout that, boy might die
you want that smoke, pull up with fye
i can not lose, it won’t be a draw
b-tch i be winnin’, i can not stop
they be like, ‘oh, oh, ooh’
yeah, yeah, ‘oh, oh, ooh’
how you gon’ switch up on your bro
how you gon’ say that you never folded

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