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letra de last seal - kankan

[intro]
(what do you desire? b-tch, haha)
mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm, mmm
mmmmm, mmmmm
mmmmm

[chorus]
she acceptin’ all of my flaws
and she mad at me ’cause i missed her call, i was noddin’ off
i just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit’ a loft
(yeah, it came wit’ a loft)
really rich, i took the paper route, yeah i swear i feel just like dolph
if you against us, you already lost
i keep an fn right under my umbrella
we ain’t lackin’ up in no weather
i mix the celine but wit’ margiela
aye, i heard he got jammed up and started tellin’
i’m a lil’ jit, most of my n-ggas, they felons
and probably won’t make it to heaven
and it ain’t they fault
thеy just be playin’ the cards that they was dеalt
sh-t, they can’t help it (they can’t help it)

[verse]
i just copped a brand new crib off keepin’ it real
i know my b-tch and my fans, they hate when i sip if we bein’ real, so i’m tryna chill (so i’m tryna chill)
and i’m on my last seal, on my last pill
in the withdraws, sh-t, it get real
takin’ all these drugs, ain’t just for the thrill (ain’t for the thrill)
h-ll no, this sh-t ain’t for fun
young n-gga sip for the trend
n-gga, no need for a vest, we aim in the head now we go for the win (we go for the win)
[?] now finesse and my lil’ n-gga droppin’ checks
no, i ain’t even worried ’bout no rap n-gga, i’m tryna flex on my ex (n-gga, i’m tryna flex on my ex)
[bridge]
(mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
(aye, no i ain’t even worried ’bout no rap n-gga, i’m tryna flex on my uh)
(aye, i ain’t worried ’bout no rap n-gga, i’m tryna flex on my mmm)
(ain’t worried ’bout no rap n-gga, i’m tryna flex on my mmm, ha)

[chorus]
she acceptin’ all of my flaws
and she mad at me ’cause i missed her call, i was noddin’ off
i just bought a brand new crib, that bih too big it came wit’ a loft
(yeah, it came wit’ a loft)
really rich, i took the paper route, yeah i swear i feel just like dolph
if you against us, you already lost
i keep an fn right under my umbrella
we ain’t lackin’ up in no weather
i mix the celine but wit’ margiela
aye, i heard he got jammed up and started tellin’
i’m a lil’ jit, most of my n-ggas, they felons
and probably won’t make it to heaven
and it ain’t they fault
they just be playin’ the cards that they was dealt
sh-t, they can’t help it (they can’t help it)

- kankan

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