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letra de against me - leesta

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[intro]
sil on the beat too!
oh, i’m with these racks
man, i’m runnin’ with my sack
b-tch i’m bad, all my b-tches bad
you know how i’m at, this ain’t that
and i got it, man
i got that, no cap, that sh-t no cap
bunch of money, yeah
all this sh-t ain’t rap, that sh-t no cap

[chorus]
runnin’ up the m’s
f-ckin’ your b-tch and her b-tch and her friends
smokin’ on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as h-ll, you can’t get it
twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
add it up, get it right, man
geeked up, adderall, no vyvanse
saks fifth, catchin’ that, [?]
runnin’ up the m’s, runnin’, runnin’ up the m’s
man, my brother [?] scammin’, he gon’ run it up, i bet
speakin’ of which, i heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn’t
smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid

[verse]
b-tch, i live how i live, posted in la
used to let my people down, now everybody straight
and yeah, i could lie, but i would rather tell it straight
i don’t like my b-tches straight, i like my b-tches bi and g-y
big house with a lake, and it got a gate
f-ckin’ tiktok b-tches, they gon’ hit the renegade
told that b-tch, “stop”, she just with me ’cause i’m gettin’ paid
i don’t trust a single face, they gon’ fold like paper mache
if you touch me, then my bro gon’ [?], and that sh-t no cap, that sh-t no way
count a hundred, got like fifty on my lap, fifty on my waist
born stuntin’, if you want it, come and grab, come try and take
he gon’ die, know i got gunners state to state, yay, aye

[chorus]
runnin’ up the m’s
f-ckin’ your b-tch and her b-tch and her friends
smokin’ on a whole lot of gas, my pack big as h-ll, you can’t get it
twenty band, hundred band, light band, man
add it up, get it right, man
geeked up, adderall, no vyvanse
saks fifth, catchin’ that, [?]
runnin’ up the m’s, runnin’, runnin’ up the m’s
man, my brother [?] scammin’, he gon’ run it up, i bet
speakin’ of which, i heard you said you scared somebody, but ya didn’t
smoke a quarter ounce of it, not a single blunt is mid
b-tch i live how i live

[outro]
oh, i’m with these racks
man, i’m runnin’ with my sack
b-tch i’m bad, all my b-tches bad
you know how i’m at, this ain’t that
and i got it, man
i got that, no cap, that sh-t no cap
bunch of money, yeah
all this sh-t ain’t rap, that sh-t no cap

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