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letra de i say - j. stalin

[hook: too $hort vocal sample]
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!

[verse 1: j. stalin]
they say god don’t like ugly, so i take care of my family
cause that’s what a man is to me
i put the west on the map, believe it, i did that
brought cypress village back, put h-lla my n-ggas on
i made em buy what i spoke up on the microphone
these n-ggas felt me like i lived in they own home
i kept this sh-t going, cause lil dame was long gone
gone around the whole world, show them how the west do
everybody stole from us, never said thank you
and then i showed them what the floor do
and how to be ceos and never owe dudes
cause in this rap game, n-ggas’ll f-ck you
so f-ck you if you ain’t in my crew
my rims big, my b-tch bad, and my dime is blue
too much paper on my mind to be worried bout you
but if i was a hater, n-gga, i’d hate me too

[hook: too $hort vocal sample]
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
[verse 2: j. stalin]
i’m a hustla, i done sold a lotta zips
popped e pill chips, i done dumped 40 clips
yeah, them n-ggas run like nosebleeds
livewire the gang, it’s cypress village, homie
hotel to hotel, vegas, i be counting green
city to city like my big bruh sh-tty
beams on them thangs sound so hot, just call nitty
red dot got em n-gga, i’ll for sure spot him n-gga
and if he play with me, then i’m for sure to drop a n-gga
but i just like drinking, smoking, n-gga, counting 100s
cause i’m a real rockstar like jimi hendrix
and these n-ggas really mad like some f-ckin women
cause i be working out, jogging, n-gga, and swimming
in mexico on a new beach with all women
cause i’m a motherf-ckin vet and y’all just beginners
n-ggas say he ball but he play for the pretenders

[hook: too $hort vocal sample]
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!

[verse 3: shady nate]
longitude, latitude
b-tch sold me some gratitude
didn’t overpay my dues, so why the h-ll you mad at dude?
if i had a dollar for every time you haters lose, you snooze
i woulda never had the d-boy blues
this for the family, the bullet to the ground
play these b-tches like a jamboree with the flip of my town
catch a rip and i’m done, shady acres tell you hoes
“i ain’t in the nba, but i can take it to the hole”
they want a nfl n-gga, any sucka to simp
but when you tear it off, she bring it back to a pimp
give her beat a celibate, kiss and she never telling it
she stomp women on the d-ck, she be doing h-lla sh-t
think a n-gga h-lla rich cause me and my brother switch whips
purple inhaling with warrants in every district
misfit, this for haters and punk b-tches
get some town game and some cheddar in your britches
[hook: too $hort vocal sample]
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!
i say, i say, b-tch!

- j stalin

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