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letra de celebrity status - li rye

[chorus]
main opps get spinned on and tell
my brother told and on the inside made me feel like i fell
i spent a couple lonely nights locked down inside of a cell
i wasn’t sweating no meal, they just had a hold on my bail
i had just signed my first deal, them n-ggas knew how i was comin’
flexin’ like a b-tch, i put on blue to match the hundreds
pink to match the fifties just to show ’em i got money
wipe a n-gga nose, i won’t even check if it’s runnin’

[verse]
it’s a hundred in this chop’, i’ma shoot this b-tch ’til it cl!ck
let the drac’ knock off his face, leavе his ass like he ain’t exist
whеn i’m on feet, you can’t escape, i pop his ass just like a cyst
lil’ bbg, he bangin’ grape, i’m slingin’ iron ’bout that lil’ b-tch, know it’s vice versa
i sip green, move slow like a turtle
i can’t nut in no b-tch, i’m fertile
instagram model said she don’t eat burgers
i ain’t got no squares in my circle
celebrity status, i stayed at the same hotel as steve urkel
all my hoes the baddest, i make ’em give me head, make sure they knees workin’
minimize the cost, double the profit, re-up every sunday
locked in with the plug, no instagram, we facetime every monday
i don’t care ’bout no sports, f-ck aaron rodgers, all we talk is money
screamin’, “f-ck 12, f-ck aaron rodgers,” i don’t give no f-ck, you dummy
when i hit the gas up in this redeye, you gon’ hear it comin’
she ain’t let me smash, but got her hand out, i can’t give you nothing
momma always told me i look sneaky like i’m on some subject
we the ones been wiped the n-gga nose, i’m outside opp hunting
all these n-ggas claimin’ they some steppers, never dropped nothin’
ain’t never been out the window tryna put a body on your gun
got shot at with a baby in his hand, he should’ve dropped his son
they outside loafin’ like gs sweet, this ain’t no honey bun
rrt, we shoot sh-t for fun
boom, this 40 hit like a ton
missed court, i’m on the run
’til all them n-ggas dead, this sh-t ain’t never done
i want all they heads, i’m talking one by one
ot, i’m out of town riding ’round with a loaded gun
had a chance to k!ll me, but you blowed it, son
n-ggas see my face and they know to run
ot, i’m out of town riding ’round with a loaded gun
ot, i’m out of town riding ’round with a loaded gun
when i’m in mobile, i ride with switches, dracs and choppas, n-gga
better not never let me catch you loafin’ with your mama, n-gga
ain’t got no respect, i’d up, shoot this b-tch at your mama, n-gga
that might be the day you lose your motherf-ckin’ mama, n-gga
no, i ain’t no dj, but you know i bring the drama, n-gga
bust down cartier, could’ve went presi’ like obama, n-gga
spinned on a lot of n-ggas
turnt up bad and made a lot of figures
being the realest n-gga don’t mean sh-t to them, it’s all about who pockets bigger
i miss red, that lightskin b-tch could shoot like austin rivers
no, i ain’t scared, i just know that we ain’t the only k!llers
we ain’t the only n-ggas with that
walk down and push your sh-t back
rrat, boom, push your sh-t back
[chorus]
main opps get spinned on and tell
my brother told and on the inside made me feel like i fell
i spent a couple lonely nights locked down inside of a cell
i wasn’t sweating no meal, they just had a hold on my bail
i had just signed my first deal, them n-ggas knew how i was comin’
flexin’ like a b-tch, i put on blue to match the hundreds
pink to match the fifties just to show ’em i got money
wipe a n-gga nose, i won’t even check if it’s runnin’

- li rye

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