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letra de i wish to grace - lance markeith

[intro:]
we the realest
cause we kept the business
we gone keep it going all day
f-ck yo hatin
me and my n-ggas ain’t waitin
we gone get it in the broad day
all day

[chorus:]
i been out here on a mission
got no problem goin gett’n it
and these n-ggas gotta problem with me
n-ggas ain’t in the kitchen
got no problem doing they dishes
all my n-ggas got the mop i’m goin’ clean
i been out here on a mission
got no problem going gett’n it
and these b-tches gotta problem with me
i say stuntin’ for the money and my city
and these bummy ass n-ggas wanna take it from me

[verse 1:]
i’m on set
its cod3 whenever you check
and whenever you record it
and whenever you get a check
i mean whenever you get a nike
i mean whenever you get the price
you’ll get it right
your nothing like me
n-ggas can’t get it likely, uhh
i copyright it
n-ggas couldn’t stop none of this son
i been making publishing
off of the riches
i offered richard to write it
n-gga offered me money
makin a n-gga offer his rights
but i ain’t takin’ no life
and i ain’t takin no chances
n-ggas wanna dance and romance
with the devil in the pale moonlight
but i’m on my mission
on my grind feelin’ like a miller lite
i got the buzz who wanna fight
well, light years – light years
they been lookin’ woody
and i been lookin’ wookie
i been like a rookie
still k!llin’ it like the pros
and they still actin’ like some hoes
so i’on do it for no show
[chorus:]
i been out here on a mission
got no problem goin gett’n it
and these n-ggas gotta problem with me
n-ggas ain’t in the kitchen
got no problem doing they dishes
all my n-ggas got the mop we finna clean
i been out here on a mission
got no problem going gett’n it
and these b-tches gotta problem with me
i say stuntin’ for the money and my city
and these bummy ass n-ggas wanna take it from me

[verse 2:]
i ain’t finna let go
i ain’t finna let you know
how i fell and how i soared
how i fell out the f-ckin sewer
fell out the f-ckin manure
flip this sh-t and made a grind
flip that sh-t made it double time
now its lookin like they double lying
now its lookin like they fell back
now it’s looking like they felt that
now its lookin like they on something
now it’s lookin like the know something
now its lookin like they want something
show ya right show ya right
if you ain’t know now ya know
that’s that biggie
got it off that f-ckin juicy
let em know let em grow
and i get paid every letter
that’s that wayne in me
gotta let ’em blow
and jigga tell me it’s the roc
i’ll sell a whole lot b-tch
i will let them motherf-ckers know
tell em the code
tell em the scrolls
i step to them n-ggas
we trample them n-ggas
its tampa we lettin’ it go 813!
[outro:]

- lance markeith

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