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letra de tracy mcgrady - kappalot

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

b-tch, i feel like tracy mcgrady—number one, i gotta rock it
out of orbit, this b-tch, i blow it, then it goes back in my pocket
put his face right on that tee because my b-tch said to clock it
and i’m fresh from head to feet—these black balenci’s in my closet

number one, you can’t f-ck with me, cause b-tch, i’m never stopping
feel like i’m jack harlow—hop up on this b-tch, “what’s poppin’?”
10k by tomorrow; i’m just trying to make a profit
really changing the game; i’m really feeling like a prophet

b-tch, i’m standing on top of sh-t, on top of sh-t, just like a vine
n-gga, f-ck a .357; in this b-tch, we toting nines
we go first up in this race; these other n-ggas stay in line
i’m really worth a dozen dimes; you’re worth a dime a dozen

end of discussion, pop sh-t like robitussin
fifteen shots up in my stick, just like my name demarcus cousins
put a switchy on the glock, and on the back, it got a b-tton
i bet that “f-f-f” make them drop because my glock, it causes concussions

i can’t tell you sh-t about me because i’m really confidential
n-ggas only f-ck with me because they’re seeing my potential
n-ggas can’t afford no smoke with me—i’m building fundamentals
i bet that lead gon’ hit your spleen, erase you like a pencil
my b-tch said she want a tracksuit; i’ll get her some essentials
chevy new suburban black—i’m riding presidential
saying i lack? never that—it’s really evidential
n-ggas say they counting racks, but they riding in them rentals

i won’t stop until i’m shining, diamonds gleaming in my dentals
me and gang, we be on timing, really sliding for credentials
knowing it takes time, i’m really crying in my mental
i found ambition through my pain—you got my heart, so hold it gentle

i’m really taking sh-t
‘bout to drop a bag, i’m on my jamaican sh-t
f-ck around, catch me a hat, and we ain’t faking sh-t
b-tch, i ain’t cutting no slack

three ways, i’m at your back
i got a drake, but i want me a mac
said he wants smoke, so we sending him back
f-ck all this green; all i want is a plaque

spinning two sides, now i’m doubling back
hop on a beat, spinning up on the track
we don’t wanna go
we don’t wanna know
i don’t wanna know
we running these shows

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