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letra de freestyle - leakionn

[intro]
look at the sky, (m1) it’s the color of love (stop leaking, n-gga)
(bah, bah) there must have been an angel by my side (let’s go, let’s go)
something heavenly led me to you (yeah)

[chorus]
and i had to come back ’cause i’m draggin’ too much
a n-gga got cracked, cuz he thought he was tough
been tellin’ ’em sh-t, so ion got bluff
start tapping that blare n-gga’s shoulder, got tough
n-ggas be broke with no bread, they don’t know how it move
they need to stay out the way
remember them days i was broke as a b-tch
now she tryna come back, ’cause i made mе a way
bruh shoot from the corner, he thinkin’ hе klay
i done touch made more racks than you seen in a day
’bout to take me a trip on the road all day
b-tch said she gon’ leave, i told her, “okay”

[verse]
runnin’ the racks, i ain’t worried about n-ggas
you worried about me while i’m chasin’ some chicken
get out the car with that p, walk down the street
i bet a n-gga go missing
they was hatin back then, now i bet they gon’ listen
oh, brodie just got some extensions
don’t send me a diss, i don’t think you want to
try and get up on me, put your ass in a blender
nah, n-gga, that’s not cap
ain’t like i switch this sh-t up, ’cause i really can rap
b-tch tellin’ them sh-ts, put my name on the map
ain’t geek for no b-tch, i told her it’s bad
hop up with fat sh-t, tap on his knuckle
one man move so you know that i’m thuggin
got hit with that fat sh-t, thought he was buggin’
tryna pop up that cup, n-gga back, we gon’ touch him
n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me ’cause i’m comin’ too different
hot sh-t, leave a n-gga limpin’
ain’t dancing, no n-ggas ain’t leavin’ like sh-t
are you speakin’ on me? but you broke as a b-tch
get in that car, it’s a five-hour drive
n-ggas ain’t nothin’, we tipin’ no lies
n-ggas be sold in a b-tch like fries
n-ggas see how i’m goin’ up, she couldn’t believe her eyes, huh
[chorus]
and i had to come back ’cause i’m draggin’ too much
a n-gga got cracked, cuz he thought he was tough
been tellin’ ’em sh-t, so i don’t got bluff
start tapping that blatt n-gga’s shoulder, got tough
n-ggas be broke with no bread, they don’t know how it move
they need to stay out the way
remember them days i was broke as a b-tch
now she tryna come back, ’cause i made me a way
bruh shoot from the corner, he thinkin’ he klay
i done made more racks than you seen in a day
’bout to take me a trip on the road all day
b-tch said she gon’ leave, i told her, “okay”

[outro]
bah, bah, bah, uh
start believing, n-gga

- leakionn

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