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letra de conversations go left - left lane didon

[intro: left lane didon]
sh-t

[verse 1: left lane didon]
peep
i admit it i’m twisted, i admit it i’m visually gifted
i admit it i’m missing my n-gga
i admit it i’m prideful, i admit i can’t be spiteful
i can’t admit to owning no rifles
but, i admit i be tripping, i admit the over-spliffing
sh-t, i admit the l!ck benzes
i admit i be riffing, i admit i shot that n-gga; i was livid
i admit i’m not the sane, i feel indifferent, yo
grip slipping but you know that, my n-gga caught a toe-tag
i’m in too deep, i can’t go back
i admit i was pop
i admit i used to your bread to cop and set up shop right in your spot
d-mn, i admit it i lied
i told you that i was coming back and i ain’t even give it a try
sh-t, i admit i was gone, for too long and left you on your own
sh-t, i admit i was wrong
but what’s admittance? sh-t, n-gga
yeah
[refrain: left lane didon & jay nice]
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known (spark the spirits)
immobiliare get thе money, that’s well known (that’s right)
immobiliare gеt the money, that’s well known
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known (it be that way sometimes)
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known

[verse 2: jay nice]
uh
i deny my involvement with wack sh-t
i deny any part of this sadness
i see n-ggas in denial, they lost in the passion, thought patterns is backwards
sh-t is hard to imagine, y’all ain’t part of this fabric
you can’t deny that the art ain’t fantastic, n-ggas always be chatting
sneak dissing, dumping but stalking the tactics
you get a corner to pardon my back with
or i’m sparking the scarlet, ratchet moon clip hang longer than pageants
f-ck is wrong with these artists y’all gassing?
bunch of twitter talking but no @ing or asking, it’s awkward theatrics
palm gats for the target practice, i spark you actors
call in the pastors, i lay em all in the casket
n-gga, 300 spartans, the solid battalion
armed for the tragic war, rations, i want it all, my fork in the balance
i grabbed the jawn, it get dark for you b-st-rds
after the tourists parked, your fathers is tragic, it’s more than graphic
ask em
[outro: left lane didon & jay nice]
welcome to the ’20s n-gga
and as always
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known
immobiliare get the money, that’s well known
sh-t
don’t you ever forget it n-gga
never

- left lane didon

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