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letra de a lot - l.a.donte

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[intro: l.a.donte]
i done came from a lot…
i done came from the block…
had to aim for the top…

mama taught me how to shop
uncle taught me ‘bought the pot..
i done came from a lot..

[verse 1: l.a.donte]
i done came from a lot
i done came from the block
had to aim for the top
mama taught me how to shop
uncle taught me bout the pot
i’m the cream of the crop
but i’m feeling like creamed corn in a city where n-ggas popping like the kettle (the kettle)
promised my n-ggas i’d never settle (settle)
better off rubbing a buddha belly if you thinking you touching my f-cking medals
keep the metal by the celly just incase you n-ggas forgot or can’t get the message (brr brr)
all my n-ggas on a different setting, we been playing a harder, more tricky level
it’s a better fit when you done weathered sh-t, and want the cash, credit (cash!), and the bellachecks
f-ck the s-x, we been tryna f-ck the game up
none of my n-ggas done changed up (right, right?)
we been focused on the pounds, moving ‘em around, waist trainer (waist trainer!)
i used to wanna be famous
but now i just want a fanbase, screaming my name when i hit the stadium (stadium!)
sprinkle in a lil mercedes, huh?
cause i got flashy tastes beneath this soul
used to buy the ravioli now i want the escargot
baby baby, you should know it stems from coming from the block
so when i stop into the spot, it better be that salmon sitting on the stove
you should know, woah…

[hook 4x: l.a.donte]
i done came from a lot
i done came from the block
had to aim for the top
mama taught me how to shop
uncle taught me ‘bout the pot

[verse 2: tay2xudigg]
(yea yea)
(i done came from a lot)
(ugh, ugh)

thoughts too deep to bury me in a shallow grave (ugh)
same hustle, new hustler, up trapping for days (yea)
i found a way into this game and i ain’t open my waze (nah)
a n-gga started tryna wade, but now i’m catching these waves (dig that!)
california coming soon, sun catching these rays
bread good in the league, i could beat on the rays (cash!)
i could hop on a connector then collect it down in tampa bay
i’m always on the move, it’s only guessing if it’s where i stay (ssssshhh)
a hunnid days, a hunnid nights, i gots to get my money right
know i’m on ya hips, so if you dancing keep the shmoney tight (of course)
know i’m on them lips if you decide to kick it over night (of course)
bending over with yo crack out, i’m ‘bout to lay the pipe (fa sho!)
high as smokers with they crack out aboard a delta flight
call my pistol “shy”, she pop out only when the timing right (pow!)
a gambler of sorts, it’s calculated when i roll the dice
lost a lot to gain a lot, a boss is cost, i paid the price yea…

[hook 4x: l.a.donte]
i done came from a lot
i done came from the block
had to aim for the top
mama taught me how to shop
uncle taught me ‘bout the pot

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