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letra de static! - john austin

why’d you made me do this?
man man man

yeah

aye
fly out the city
fly out my n-ggas that’s always been with me
fly out my wardrobe got louie & fendi
crabs on the jet got me feeling like lenny
no disrespect these ain’t quarters and pennies
big bags
100s and 50s no twenties
jet lag
tired my eyes feeling heavy
been that
one running sh-t in my city, yuh
aye
pass that sh-t just like a physical
cash either that or its digital
what i do now is so critical
shawty got bars but i know she ain’t lyrical
she wanna f-ck and get spiritual
need me a whip where the top is invisible
or a b-tch whеre the top is incrediblе
ski mask feeling like rey mysterio
need that in every scenario
for whoever like playing the side like a stereo
i won’t go live but you’ll hear on the radio
me i’m on my f-ck you go crazy flow
make her say ohhhh like she terrio
i won’t do sh-t til you pay me bro
they won’t say sh-t cause they hate me bro
f-ck it they gon’ have to face me tho
or embrace it cause all of this
all of this kappa but no cappin’
i’m in the trap doin backflips
these n-ggas fake they be actin’
i’m on the field i want static
i’m in the city she callin’ me daddy
ima big dawg in these streets like my daddy
too many racks don’t fit in a f-nny
these n-ggas sweet never been to the county

ay
stunt on a b-tch like
all of this ice got my wrist tight
she use to say get my sh-t right
now that same b-tch on my d-ck like
i can never fold n-gga yea right
gotta mind fulla gold get my head right
n-gga high then a hoe like it’s jet life
free my bro’s out the jam doin fed time

i cannot trust nun these b-tches
i gotta get to these riches
lot on my plate use to wash all dishes
blood on my face from them nights being visius
i cannot wait so i bust me a mission
met her on tinder treat me like her dinner
girl ima winner i ain’t no pretend
i know they be cappin i’m cold like the winter
all of this kappa but no cappin’
i’m in the trap doin backflips
these n-ggas fake they be actin’
i’m on the field i want static
i’m in the city she callin me daddy
ima big dawg in these streets like my daddy
too many racks don’t fit in a f-nny
these n-ggas sweet never been to the county

- john austin

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