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letra de they said - key wane

[hook: king chip]
they said i was gon’ get paid, my n-gga, but d-mn
they said i was gon’ get laid, my n-gga, but d-mn
real n-gga don’t got friends, n-gga just got fam (x2)
they said these n-ggas gon’ hate, my n-gga, but d-mn (x2)
real n-gga don’t got friends and we just got fam (x2)

[verse 1: roscoe dash]
everyday, i wake up and i praise the lord
cause it’s another day i get to ride around in what they can’t afford
i beg your pardon, my whip’s clean, i’m fresh as f-ck
my b-tch mean, there’s no pressin’ her
and she freshin’ up while i’m restin’ up
so, when i wake up, it’s the naked b-tt
on the regular, my n-gga, i been gold, go figure
so they spoil me like i was royalty
i’m well taught to be so that’s venom
on the beat, i go gorilla, guaranteed to go vanilla
every time, all the time, i got money all in my phone line
i said one time for my crew
out to get paid as f-ck cause we do
out to get laid as f-ck cause we do
but, wait, if we lame as f-ck, that makes you
haterade for the hater-made
i’m on layaway and this player say
wit’ mad wishes, two bad b-tches
that use they t–th to play badminton like

[hook]

[verse 2: dusty mcfly]
got a bag on the way though i’m just waitin’ on it, one phone call
tell my n-gga don’t stress for sh-t cause, one day, we all gon’ ball
real n-gga from day one and i’m puttin’ all of my n-ggas on
real n-gga from 4-1, n-ggas know that’s my hood, dog
i wake up with a hangover off rosé and dom p
light skin n-gga, wipe-ups, hoes swear they thought they seen jon b
[?] ave where you find me, broke -ss n-ggas can’t outshine me
paid 20 sleeks for the time piece and the wipe-ups cost 5 sheets
been grindin’ non-stop for eight weeks, bout to hit ya main b-tch, she a straight freak
been thinkin’ bout flooding me a ap cause the spot still bangin’ like dre beats
got bowls of the rick, bout eight each, can’t let y’all broke n-ggas fade me
y’all ho -ss n-ggas, they hate me, but it’s always “f-ck you, pay me”

[outro hook: king chip]
they said these n-ggas gon’ hate, my n-gga, but d-mn (x2)
real n-gga don’t got friends and we just got fam (x2)

- key wane

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