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letra de no tomorrow - lavel

[intro: lavel, delusional, sample]
ok (yeah you know what it is)
yeah, my man lavel, (yeah) diamond cutz volume 2 (uh huh)
detroit, all the way to f-l-a you know what i’m sayin’ this ya boy delusional [?] records, piece by piece we puttin’ it down
(in this country, you gotta make the money first. then when you get the money, you get the power. then when you get the power, then you get the women.)
it’s that detroit sh-t
(hey f-ck you mang! who put this thing together, me! that’s who)
this is the future of the game right here
(who do i trust? me!)
holding it down for me down there in florida
(it’s not, what you know, it’s what, you can prove.)
welcome, to diamond cutz
[verse 1: delusional]
i shove it like i ain’t goin’ see the sun again
i blunt it and i’m runnin’ sh-t
dubbin’ grip, i’m taxed by the government
my covenant, the bank, rub, i got it in my pocket
diamond cuttin’ the yay up, i’ll be dammed if i’ma drop the fiend
so pop it if you advertise, tryin’ to keep the l-st in your life
whether it’s the sellin of coke or your rhymes
cut it, took your recordin’, droppin a set and you get the drip
rappers crack the same thang, if the b-tches suck d-ck for it
her face imported, my s-m-n
then i pull the cash up out of her pocket and bash her head on the cement
then clocked 800 dollars and it’s only been 6 hours
can’t wait, to double up and make more fool of these cowards
got my eyes low, off a blunt of that ‘dro
my cash big and green like the incredible hulk
ay yo ‘vel dog, you got more of that raw?
i’m ’bout to get it and flip it and then delusional gone
no tomorrow

[verse 2: lavel]
get it straight, when i woke up in a place
talk sh-t, bust you in your m-th-f-ckin’ face
now i’m all mad, and i’m really sorta p-ssed
i just wanna get drunk and smoke a blunt with a b-tch
n-ggas like y’all really hurt my style
tell your boyfriend you would be back in a while
heart attack, f-ck b-tch, put it in your mouth
lean, pop, that b-tch all the way down south
she never see the mile, stick to the script
she love my tounge ring, around that cl-t
my mans introduced me, to that b-tch
delusional, get this hoe, man she ain’t ’bout sh-t
no tomorrow for the weak, n-gga f-ck yo’ plans
i knew this sh-t, since the krazy klan
jayho, m-th-f-cka you don’t know my name
i don’t hear you haters, yo i’m up in the plane
no tomorrow n-gga

- lavel

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