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letra de 4real - larry june

[chorus: larry june]
i f-cked around and broke my f-cking scale
i f-cked around and bought the b-tch chanel
i f-cked around and missed the f-cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real

[verse 1: larry june]
why the f-ck you playing with me?
why the f-ck you n-ggas hating?
i can still f-ck your b-tch, ok, that’s probably why they hating
all my cars foreign, i got everything i need
n-gga, f-ck the rap game, got a white b-tch out in brizbain
[/?] when them bricks came
i got a trap house in my whip game
i’m a criminal, i got 6 names
i got a big house in my b-tch name
got a great white in my fish tank
hit the trap first, then i broke the b-tch
then i hit the weed and i switch lanes
in my [?], sipping champagne
and my bust down cost 30k
got a hundred rounds in that big thang
n-gga, f-ck aim, i ain’t gotta aim
took a road trip, with 8 thangs
when i touched down, made h-lla cake
you a f-ck n-gga, we can’t hang
n-gga, t.f.m. be the gang, man
i done sold dope, i done sent hoes
f-ck the radio, they ain’t gotta play me, n-gga
[chorus: larry june]
i f-cked around and broke my f-cking scale
i f-cked around and bought the b-tch chanel
i f-cked around and missed the f-cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real

[verse 2: derrick coleman]
i’m a g*nius motherf-cker
and the cleanest motherf-cker
[?] my lil brother
til i see my lil brother
f-ck you n-ggas talking ’bout
speaking english, motherf-cker
all they garbage falling out
eat a p-n-s, motherf-cker
i’m the best that ever did this, still doing it [?]
why [?]
[?] still doing it and winning
you know we in the building
when a n-gga in the same strip club throwing money to the ceiling
stood out like i never [?]
i broke the [?]
n-ggas lied when they told me sky was the limit
i keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was the [?]
[?] high rise, with my eyes on the city
sucka n-gga try, he can die any minute
[?] ride or die [?]
[?] at me now [?]
where i come from, [?]
[?]
[?] spitting that g sh-t like this here, yeah
[chorus: larry june]
i f-cked around and broke my f-cking scale
i f-cked around and bought the b-tch chanel
i f-cked around and missed the f-cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real
i ain’t rapping, b-tch, i do this sh-t for real

- larry june

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