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letra de stand on business - lam3nto & ynr nella

[intro]
mr. cash & mr. tango
do you understand the plea which you have entered
and do you do so of your own free will?
yes, sir
yes, sir
well then, this agreement is acceptable to the court

[verse 1: ynr nella & lam3ntó]
(yeah)
we gon turn up in the city (what)
pop out of that cuff with lam3ntó, we get litty (yeah)
n-ggas tender, ready to crash out just for some b-tches
really just like curry, when i shoot, i ain’t missing (what)
a lotta haters watch my moves, know they wanna be me (yeah)
n-ggas say they getting dough, i’m like, “boy oh really” (oh really)
i got two girls, love them both, sh-t is tricky (d-mn)
told my n-gga, “lеt’s just lock in and just stand on business” (yeah)
i be going hard, you know i’m tryna touch a milli (b-tch)
n-ggas always talking sh-t, thеy hate to see you winning (what)
this sh-t is so crazy, i ain’t even in they business (like d-mn)
i just come around and figured n-ggas just some b-tches (get ’em outta here)
n-gga’s hoes
can’t wait ’till i make it, rock out all them shows
’cause i know i be going hard (yeah) and i just lose control (yeah)
finna blow like a land mine planted down below
and you know i ain’t going solo n-gga, taking all my bros (what)
taking all my bros n-gga, everywhere i go (yeah)
starting to feel like mtn n-gga, everywhere i go (yeah)
n-ggas wants some smoke, for my n-ggas i’ll roll up (blingidi)
go get the bag and make it stack (listen) so it never run out (ay)
[verse 2: lam3ntó]
chilling on the e-e-e-e-eway (yeah)
i’m a gifted ass n-gga, that’s why everyday be my b-day (facts)
brother ran around the block, gave me back the pole, he doing a relay (brrr)
brodee, you ain’t made it yet
why you talking like this music sh-t is easy? (n-gga, why, why, why)
mrey just made 3k, he ain’t andré, uyenze kanjani (huh)
that girl wait on feb ’cause she in love, she must be ifani
mmm, mmmm
b-tch, lemme have some fun (b-tch)
man, i’m starting to feel like i’m father ’cause i made me a son
tame impala n-ggas (yeah)
tame impala n-ggas all be fake like city fans (f-ck)
tame impala n-ggas tryna get me on their tracks (why)
tame impala n-ggas tryna act like they the man (yeah)
i don’t think they understand that when we
’bout to pop up on your city (yeah)
pullin’ up with nella, best believe it’s getting litty (woah)
if they ain’t some tens, we don’t really want no b-tches (yeah)
feeling like drizzy’s beats (ay) ’cause we came in with the switches, uh
beats are phenomenal, they must be aj styles (yeah yeah)
just as it was but this ain’t no harry styles (just as it was)
she call me baby, man i be feeling like miles (baby driver)
you wanna leave me, i been through harder times

[outro: lam3ntó]
woo, woo
grrr, baow, baow (yeah), baow, baow
let’s go (blingidi)
woah (ay)
woah, woah, woah, woah

- lam3nto ynr nella

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