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letra de tmz - john nonny

[chorus]
(woo!)
ay yeah, i’m rappin’ for my own side
ig, got ’em tappin’ like the phone line
tryna hit me through the text, i got no time
don’t look at mine, that’s your own grind

[verse 1]
i won’t be happy ’till i’m duckin’ all the tmz
i used to push pills and powder like the gnc
my people love me, it’s just somethin’ that they see in me (let’s go!)
if you ain’t ridin’, that’s all good, then it’s just me and me, yeah
friends that say they friends don’t believe in me
now i’m blowin’ up, i’m gettin’ money legally (let’s go!)
used to bе i didn’t have an apple feedin’ me (oh no!)
now i’m tiеd to spotify and apple feedin’ me, yeah
n- n- now people that i’ve known since the sixth grade
askin’ me for favors but they won’t [?] my mixtape
meanwhile the statistics in sixty-six states
everywhere but my homeland – bitch, wait!
hold up! i got way more shit to do
way more shit than you and still find time to show love
at the end of the day i’m a different dude
i don’t get confused, em’ and wayne already said there’s no love
and that’s the goat, imma listen
people trippin’ ’cause i’m whiter than the coke that i’m sniffin’
i don’t do that shit no mo’ but the coat that i’m drippin’
and this water like i jump right out the boat when i’m fishin’ (boat! splash!)
like i just hopped in a dunk tank
leaner when i’m walkin’ like i just got out the drug tank
yeah, they wanna break bread at point blank
that ain’t never gonna split even like a joint bank
yeah, voice raspy like lloyd banks
see you blowin’ up but ain’t doin’ shit like toy tanks (pew pew!)
you ain’t up to part, if i say i want bars
then i mean sean and marshall in detroit, thanks!
[chorus]
(woo!)
ay yeah, i’m rappin’ for my own side
ig, got ’em tappin’ like the phone line
tryna hit me through the text, i got no time
don’t look at mine, that’s your own grind

[verse 2]
ladies: lurkin’, ten: perfect
watch it! twerk it! shawty, work it!
ladies: lurkin’, ten: perfect
watch it! twerk it! shawty, work it!
dawg, i’m flyin’ off the handle
never stretch the truth but we stretchin’ bands though
and you know i’m the lead singer of my band, hoe
i’d explain it but you wouldn’t understand, no, no
i give you a hand, don’t force my hand though
they drew first blood, i’m feelin’ like i’m rambo
yeah, the fame ain’t nothin’ i can handle
you think you’re flames but i’m blowin’ out your candle, dawg

[chorus]
(woo!)
ay yeah, i’m rappin’ for my own side
ig, got ’em tappin’ like the phone line
tryna hit me through the text, i got no time
don’t look at mine, that’s your own grind
ay yeah, i’m rappin’ for my own side
ig, got ’em tappin’ like the phone line
tryna hit me through the text, i got no time
don’t look at mine, that’s your own grind

- john nonny

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