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letra de g.n.f. - kabby

[intro]
yeah, yeah
oh it’s easy
it’s easy
yeah

[chorus]
i can’t give a f-ck ’bout that
never been in love like that
i can make a buck so fast
i be making racks on racks
if i’m making tracks on tracks
i been making hits on hits
had to go and f-ck his b-tch
then i had to ice my wrist
snakes know him, it’s his
you could never write this sh-t
you could never spit like this
couldn’t get ’em lit like this
got ’em like “who this is?”
got ’em look “who did this?”
half ’em mad and the other half lit
b-tches bad and the other one’s p-ssed

[verse]
but they all be mine
half ten and the other half nines
got ’em all in line
tryna’ blow, tryna’ blow my mind
yeah, ain’t the same online
never play, i don’t play ’bout mine
to your face they gon’ hate on i
when it’s safe they gon’ say my lines
didn’t wanna’ when i was a no-one
now you wanna ’cause you sort of know one
if you’re rolling, tell your friend to roll once
didn’t show it, but i was alone once
picking sides, don’t be on the wrong one
telling lies, you must think it’s so fun
like i’m drizzy, they gon’ know i’m on one
wasn’t with me, now they tryna’ hold on
scared to try, got ’em all tongue-tied
with the guys, moving like it’s mob-ties
don’t be shy, i do not do no bites
being fly, that is what i’m known by
this is life, partying the whole night
sh-t is light, what the f-ck is home like?
i’m alive, i be on my own flights
when i rise, i ain’t seeing sunlight
[chorus]
i can’t give a f-ck ’bout that
never been in love like that
i can make a buck so fast
i be making racks on racks
if i’m making tracks on tracks
i been making hits on hits
had to go and f-ck his b-tch
then i had to ice my wrist
snakes know him, it’s his
you could never write this sh-t
you could never spit like this
couldn’t get ’em lit like this
got ’em like “who this is?”
got ’em look “who did this?”
half ’em mad and the other half lit
b-tches bad and the other one’s p-ssed

[bridge]
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no, give no
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no f-cks
i don’t give no, give no
[chorus]
i can’t give a f-ck ’bout that
never been in love like that
i can make a buck so fast
i be making racks on racks
if i’m making tracks on tracks
i been making hits on hits
had to go and f-ck his b-tch
then i had to ice my wrist
snakes know him, it’s his
you could never write this sh-t
you could never spit like this
couldn’t get ’em lit like this
got ’em like “who this is?”
got ’em look “who did this?”
half ’em mad and the other half lit
b-tches bad and the other one’s p-ssed

- kabby

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