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letra de different - jay-g

[intro]
(you’re playing with fire)
look

[hook]
life’s a b-tch been keeping distance
she unfair but i’m still gonna listen
told me get in my bag, f-ck women
we ain’t meant for the bread in the instant
paint pictures, sound like vincent bro put weed in the van then go
block stepping i’m smoking dro
duck from 12 and these banks close

[chorus]
hustle the team got paper chasers
otf, i don’t know bout changes
in my hood, got smoke like vapors
she wan’ f-ck, man roll like papers, yeah
man boot up weed like lakers
different sauce cups, different flavours
drunk for the bread and my house for acres
f-ck the tax man, need my prof’

[verse 1]
duck from the jakes got loud in my sock
need case in the bank like flop
touch the brace burn out your pot, no license, i’m riding off
let me know when you giving out slop, local f-ck wanna have some fun
i jump in the trap with j, get spun, ay
see-, see me on your screen like sh-t, then spend time in the booth too late i’m gone
hit after hit like hit-man, man i never move sh-t on the song
only the beat i’m a king like kong, seen their face yet right from wrong
but i still won’t vouch when a snake get drawn up
put him right there, right where he belong
jump on the pavement, look for the payment, note invoice from rap, i’m patient
young boy, i’m patiently waiting, sitting on the street, man grind, i’m skating
small scar to the face, elevating, yeah i be high and the funds been raising
only me and myself, i’m racing, sell up, wonder why they hate us
[chorus]
hustle the team got paper chasers
otf, i don’t know bout changes
in my hood, got smoke like vapors
she wan’ f-ck, man roll like papers, yeah
man boot up weed like lakers
different sauce cups, different flavours
drunk for the bread and my house for acres
f-ck the tax man, need my prof’

[verse 2]
love the hood, don’t watch the controversy, still link bro at the corner store
i see me ain’t doing it properly, big time rap but they still move court
hungry and humble, scr-pe off the food and the plate cah’ i still want more
them man rap, i ain’t heard them before
rest assured i’ma shoot and score
2-0-2, man came to my sense, this ain’t the place i want to be at
got in my bag on the tour ain’t cheap, i moved the streets no time to react
back then i met iring plus, young boy didn’t care bout gym
now i dream about money and plaques
if rap don’t work, i ain’t doing it, leaves

- jay g

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