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letra de neighbors - lightshow

[verse 1]
i don’t pull tricks just [?]
i don’t make biz just paper
i don’t hate much just haters
also i’m drippin’ the f-ckin’ latest
rinkside seats when i pull up to vegas
backwoods no garcia y vegas
out my way treat me like a skater
.45 it could pull a potato
i got a hunnid million on my radar
still put that all black on like raiders
d-mn i lost count bae i’ll call you back later
i lack patience, i don’t lack flavor
i’m gone go grindin’ ‘till i ain’t got neighbors
b-tch but not forget about who made us lit
keepin’ it gangster to the basic sh-t
i know these kicks wasn’t made to fit everybody
i know i look good in ‘em
but don’t put your foot in ‘em
you feel like your problems wouldn’t end
you prolly feel like you couldn’t win
right where i should be, survived them shots fired
know where i could’ve been
right where i should be, survived them shots fired
know where i could’ve been

[chorus]
excuse me i’m reeking the odor
just left a meeting with growers
i feel like f-ck the drink rather be sober
broski done poured that [?] drink in my soda
i got a [?]
i got a spanish connect [?]
i got a rule just don’t talk to the feds
just like the ballots ain’t work for the voters
i don’t clock out until i meet the quotas
pull out this glock, what you see what you notice?
we kinda busy, lil buddy don’t hold us
we never folded, go check the folders
young master p, i walk in with the soldiers
the shooters, the toters
don’t ask no questions it’s none of your business
i told that b-tch pump her brakes and her rotors

[verse 2]
i got trust issues it’s scary
i can’t be tellin’ my business
you know these hoes make a h-ll of a witness
shaving [?] with the quickness
[?]
i knew that b-tch was suspicious
you gon’ have to forgive me, i’m not too good at forgettin’
so i’m off chasin’ that mu’f-ckin’ money train
i know that these n-ggas watching and studying
when it was actavis we had the muddiest cups
i don’t really get down with this other thing
i call the plays like the coach when we huddlin’
prolly my name if its something’ she utterin’
i don’t give a f-ck long as it’s not my government
‘cause you know i don’t f-ck with no government
walk in this b-tch prolly fresh as a double mint
i got a grip on me now, ’bout to double it
i know this road to the riches get troublesome
and i came strapped up for the other sh-t
i ain’t tell n0body what i was cookin’ but
i got a b-tch in the kitchen with oven mitts
i still got 99 problems but a b-tch
but i’ve been shootin’ from the line where the b-tter is

- lightshow

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