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letra de won’t go - joey fatts

[intro: blxst]
yeah

[chorus: blxst]
ay, i live it like that (sheesh)
i bet on myself, b-tch, i get it right back
and i’m from the mud, i spin it and bounce back (back)
don’t level with me ’cause my limit don’t match
i’m the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (that n-gga)
you paid to hide, but for me, i got that low (i’m that n-gga)
i’m upset and my n-ggas cutthroat (cutthroat)
and broke? never, that’s a place i won’t go

[verse 1: joey fatts]
these foris offset, we don’t do low-lows (low-lows)
twenty-fours and these tires low pros
supercharge, put that b-tch in sport mode (sport mode)
do that dash, see how fast this b-tch go (yeah)
it’s lonely at the top, i been here a minute (here a minute)
richer than my ops, i know these n-ggas live it (ha)
this 41 is on the rocks, this chain a nice ticket
can saw we beat the statistics
’cause they said that we’ll be dead or in prison
shawty go crazy with the head, man, she gifted (yeah)
make you wonder how much head she been givin’
i been grindin’, gettin’ money, out the way, i be chillin’
but it seem like these p-ssy n-ggas hate for a livin’
but it’s knotty though (but it’s knotty though)
i got you ca coupe, pourin’ foreign toast
bring a friend and come through
we can eat and smoke (eat and smoke)
this the life i’m livin’ as a young loc
i know these n-ggas do it, but i do the most (facts)
[chorus: blxst]
ay, i live it like that (sheesh)
i bet on myself, b-tch, i get it right back
and i’m from the mud, i spin it and bounce back (back)
don’t level with me ’cause my limit don’t match
i’m the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (that n-gga)
you paid to hide, but for me, i got that low (i’m that n-gga)
i’m upset and my n-ggas cutthroat (cutthroat)
and broke? never, that’s a place i won’t go

[verse 2: blxst]
for everytime i fell off track, i need a fifty pack
run up a bag and went through it, i don’t know how to act
i’m tryna bust down the bezel, baby, like joey fatts
they say new level, new devil, n-gga look where we at
for every tear that i drop, hope a dollar come with it
i don’t know how we escaped it, i’m just grateful we did it
i’m tryna make me a ticket, might just take me a minute
lil’ breezy, don’t get impatient, i can taste it and feel it
you know i want it bad, run up a duffel bag
gotta be wealthy, not rich, i’m tryna make it last
i just been cookin’ up studio like breaking bad
i ain’t been lookin’ up, i’ll save the best for last
i took the wheel and gased
they thought i played the backseat
la n-gga heatin’ up like it’s the valley, yeah
n-ggas think it’s sweet, don’t start, at me
i don’t wanna beef, rather be happy
why you mad, dog?
[chorus: blxst]
ay, i live it like that (sheesh)
i bet on myself, b-tch, i get it right back
and i’m from the mud, i spin it and bounce back (back)
don’t level with me ’cause my limit don’t match
i’m the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah (that n-gga)
you paid to hide, but for me, i got that low (i’m that n-gga)
i’m upset and my n-ggas cutthroat (cutthroat)
and broke? never, that’s a place i won’t go

[outro: blxst]
ever

- joey fatts

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