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letra de 24k - lesso

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i been rocking all this gold like trinidad/ focused on the bag i gotta get it can’t relax/ i’m just focused on the present not the future or the past/ give these rap thugs a lesson i’m a take your -ss to cl-ss/ i’m a get up off this earth before i ever turn snitch/ i’m a get you out my circle before you ever turn b-tch/ if the cops wanna talk pretend i never learned sh-t/ if you talking in em hundreds you ain’t really earned sh-t/ go straight 8 blocks make a left two times/ go up 6 blocks then turn right on 45/ go straight two blocks then find parking outside/ i was early bout a hour it was only like nine/ so i rolled up the window and rolled up a trunk/ pulled my iphone out instrumental gon bump/ note pad app opened up come in clutch/ and i wrote this here song before i finished the blunt, straight facts, on gawd

i’m gold craving/ soul takin, b-tches dig me excavation/ every word need exclamations/ smoke till i start levitating/ leave a b-tch devastated/ my mind filled with h-lla hatred/ i don’t don’t do the gimmicks i talk facts and keep it h-lla basic/ you can’t face it i’m the best/ i’m a say it wit my chest/ all gold jewelry on my wrist and on my f-cking neck/ smoke till i can’t feel the stress/ make you go from life to death/ your b-tch was dancing on last night i had her h-lla wet

that b-tch sucked me for a hour gave me h-lla neck/ not a shoe collector but i’m getting h-lla checks/ hand full of rings you could call me bill belichick/ way to many hoes to think of ever going celibate/ i got gold in my t–th but you really see the diamonds, you could see em through yo eyelids, that’s how much they really shining/ making paper because i’m grinding/ ops be hiding i can’t find em/ i love to make that paper with the pyramid who be spying

chorus

i got groupies in my dm’s who be thirsty for the d-ck/ i’m too busy making music i can’t send these hoes no pics/ i can’t f-ck with no broke b-tch/ b-tch we slide wit pogo sticks/ we gon air our your whole block and let that mothaf-cka rip/ i got diamonds all on one wrist i got gold up on the other/ i got b-tches i be f-cking ain’t no way that i would cuff her/ thurl chain melting off the tennis chain like b-tter/ and i’m strapped up wit them big -ss chops like a hunter

- lesso

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