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letra de i rather - juvenile baby

[intro]
uh, huh, n-gga (huh, wait i rather not, n-gga)
huh, psh, i rather not
juvy, juvy (f-ck n-gga)
gang (you know what time i’m on)
uh, i rather not (every time i lock in this booth, i’m with that sh-t, n-gga)
who got shot? n-gga, who got shot? (yeah)
yeah, juvy (when he busy, bobby), juvy (real business, gang)
juvy (n-gga)
gang

[chorus]
i took my losses by myself, the f-ck i need a n-gga ’round me for? (the f-ck i need a n-gga ’round me for?)
just made a fifty piece on the same scale i weighed the pounds on (i weighed it up)
that struggle be what made me (what?), ’member sleepin’ on the d-mn floor (the d-mn floor, ‘member sleepin’ on the d-mn floor)
makin’ all this dirty money, tryna clean it, i need some d-mn soap (i need some d-mn soap)
i rather trap before i go and punch a clock (what? n-gga, uh-huh)
they rather talk sh-t on the ‘gram, i rather send a hundred shots (grrah, grrah, grrah, yeah, n-gga, uh-huh)
until i buy my folks a crib, i won’t feel like i made it out (grrah, grrah, grrah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
he said it’s smoke with me? now i’m out back in your bushes stakin’ out (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, n-gga)

[verse]
these n-ggas rather be the biggest opp, n-gga (what the f-ck is that? huh? ha)
i rather be the richest opp, n-gga, it’s a difference (b-tch, it’s a difference, n-gga)
the judge ask why can’t the k!llings stop? (k!llings stop, can the k!llings stop? what?)
’cause n-ggas dissin’ in they rap (huh?), your honor, go check the statistics (grrah, grrah, n-gga, yeah)
by the time i touched my first fifty, i was plottin’ on my next fifty (my next, my next, yeah)
i get up close and squeeze, i ain’t arguin’ on the ‘net with ’em (grrah, grrah, grrah, on the ‘net, n-gga)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ certified hustlin’-ass head splitter (head splitter, f-ckin’ head splitter)
i f-cked his ho to get him mad the same night he went to bed with her (to bed with her, hahaha)
i let that bl!ck solve all my problems, we ain’t seein’ eye-to-eye (ain’t eye-to-eye, n-gga)
like it’s valet parking, come through here then we’ll park your ride (skrrt, skrrt)
stay in the trap or lock in in the studio, i can’t decide (okay, okay, i can’t decide, n-gga)
grindin’ harder than a b-tch, so when i blow, don’t be surprised, n-gga (okay, okay, don’t be surprised)
[chorus]
i took my losses by myself, the f-ck i need a n-gga ’round me for? (huh? the f-ck i need a n-gga ’round me for?)
just made a fifty piece on the same scale i weighed the pounds on (i weighed it up, i weighed the pounds on, n-gga)
that struggle be what made me, ‘member sleepin’ on the d-mn floor (the d-mn floor, n-gga)
makin’ all this dirty money, tryna clean it, i need some d-mn soap (i need some d-mn soap)
i rather trap before i go and punch a clock (what? n-gga)
they rather talk sh-t on the ‘gram, i rather send a hundred shots (gang, grrah, grrah, grrah, n-gga, okay, huh)
until i buy my folks a crib, i won’t feel like i made it out (i made it out, okay)
he said it’s smoke with me? now i’m out back in your bushes stakin’ out (okay, i’m stakin’ out, n-gga)

- juvenile baby

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