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letra de every nigga round me - j. stalin

[verse 1]
f-ck living the same dream, mothaf-cka i sell cream
n-ggas start getting emotional like hoes
cause stalin roll and they can’t sell they coke
i know broke…you n-ggas don’t know broke
what you know about kids sleeping, still being woke?
when it come to this rap sh-t, n-gga i’m the pope
i done sold soap, i done did dirt bad
i done shoveled that snow, i done counted them racks
i had heat when n-ggas was using adats
i started this real sh-t but they forgot about that
and still to this day, i dress in all black
real n-ggas never blink like stalin and the jack
pride is like time: you can’t get a minute back
you f-ckin with me? i’ma see about that
i got a-1 credit cause i bring it right back
i got a-1 credit cause i bring it right back

[hook]
and every n-gga round me got 2 whips, 2 clips
plus we got 2 b-tches
stack dough and the head game vicious
all my b-tches stack dough and their head game vicious
and every n-gga round me got 2 whips, 2 clips
plus we got 2 b-tches
stack dough and the head game vicious
all my b-tches stack dough and their head game vicious
[verse 2]
yeah, n-gga, b-tches come and b-tches go
but f-ck a b-tch, i’m in love with the dough
over my paper i’ll shoulder lean a n-gga like dro
bet his ass move wiser with his head in the scope
sh-t, that n-gga hung himself man, i just gave him the rope
remind me of a b-tch, you put d-ck in her throat
and vanish in thin air like cigarette smoke
mad cause his money little like a baby billy goat
leave him floating by the boat over my name, he spoke
when that thang cl!ck clack, go straight through your coat
how he gon be a gangsta, he don’t never sell coke
that n-gga don’t mask up when the money gettin low
i take from the rich and give to the poor
move weight in other states and head back to the o
it’s young stalin n-gga, so now you know
it’s young stalin n-gga, so now you know

[hook]
and every n-gga round me got 2 whips, 2 clips
plus we got 2 b-tches
stack dough and the head game vicious
all my b-tches stack dough and their head game vicious
and every n-gga round me got 2 whips, 2 clips
plus we got 2 b-tches
stack dough and the head game vicious
all my b-tches stack dough and their head game vicious
[verse 3]
you know a west oakland n-gga give it to em in the worst way
i stay countin cake and it ain’t even my birthday
a real boss: i point and n-ggas gon shoot
you only moving zips when we coming to rob you
i got a few hoes…and they all get dough
i stay shinin, my sky always blue
a cypress village n-gga’ll point a ruger at you
let them sell they lil drugs, i’ma do what i do
move mean, puffin on the cali green
stack of 100 dollar bills stuffed in my jeans
floating off of pills, still gon get it by all means
you hear them sirens? n-ggas doing crazy things
hustling fit me like a wedding ring
all these lil runners running round, sucking ding-a-ling
a lay on back and watch the money go ch-ching!
i’m into buying houses, you can keep your bling

- j stalin

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