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letra de f.w.i. - kamaiyah & daboii

[intro]
ayy, kamaiyah, it’s been a minute since you dropped some sh-t
motherf-ckers act like they forgot what you do
ayy, we here to remind ’em
we the ones makin’ the slaps, we the ones droppin’ the classics
we makin’ a sound these motherf-ckers stealin’, b-tch ass n-gga

[chorus: kamaiyah]
started off in the drop-top benz’s
now a n-gga push drop-top bentley’s
sayin’, “baby, hey, how you livin’?”
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it, uh
baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it, uh
baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
[verse 1: kamaiyah]
tried to break me down, i’m so resilient
could tilt my crown, ’cause i’m so brilliant
on my life, my soul, and spirit
want that bag, i want them millions
fake woke hoes know i’m the realest
don’t want your [?] and f-ck your mentions
think i spoke on you, nope, i didn’t
not a bankroll that is not my business
i can’t control what they say
hate, it separates the grown from the fakes
i keep a choppa and a pole for the snakes
when god made me, put me on to some game, okay
expose your head, i want you to
watchin’ and i’m hauntin’ you
b-tch, don’t you get too comfortable
’cause those gang gods gon’ come for you

[chorus: kamaiyah]
started off in the drop-top benz’s
now a n-gga push drop-top bentley’s
sayin’, “baby, hey, how you livin’?”
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it, uh
baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it, uh
baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
hey, baby, i’m f-ckin’ with it
[verse 2: daboii]
i pulled up in a blacked-out track
yeah, bouncin’ out the whip, bad hoes shakin’ ass cheeks
me goin’ broke, no sir, that’s a bad dream
one me and two bad b-tches, that’s a tag team
man, i swear to god, them other n-ggas hoes if you ask me
cute thick b-tch, but she broke, that’s my pet peeve
i put the pistol to his mouth, how a rat be
choppa turn a rappin’ ass n-gga to a athlete
i don’t give a f-ck if that’s your job, just don’t pat me
boy approach me the wrong way, you get your ass beat
yeah, had them one on ones with my son, i done bad things
get a n-gga touched overseas, i got mad reach
i don’t ever stress about a b-tch, let her ass leave
n-gga, i can never need a b-tch, let her ass need
and i been trappin’ in the same clothes for the past week
you not gon’ ever pay me for my time, n-gga, that’s p, n-gga

- kamaiyah daboii

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