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letra de southwest - lil bean

[intro: lil bean]
(mm, e- elii)
ayy

[chorus: lil bean]
f-ck a vest, this a headshot
give my lil’ bro a band, make his bed rock
you ain’t really from your section, you just band hop
you know n-ggas, they be shaky when that lead drop
ay, we really grew up in them projects
you ain’t made it, ’till your momma out them projects
momma house, you ain’t got up off that couch yet
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga, i’m on southwest

[verse 1: lil bean]
we really grew up in that warzone
when it rain, it get ugly, you get poured on
n-ggas scared, they be shaky when that war on
playin’ safety ’cause these n-ggas getting scored on
ay, these n-ggas tellin’, but they cool now
see my neck real water, it’s a pool now
all these bands in my pocket, i’m a fool now
remember zay, .4 nickel on them school grounds
ay, i miss my n-ggas on them jail calls
if i ain’t answer every time, feel like i failed ya’ll
you ain’t sign up for that hand, but they just dealt ya’ll
every time i say your name, i know they felt ya’ll
ay, was in the a, not a cosign
on the floor with trey young, it was showtime
momma called me, she say, “son, it is your time”
take an l, get it back, that was no time
[chorus: lil bean]
f-ck a vest, this a headshot
give my lil’ bro a band, make his bed rock
you ain’t really from your section, you just band hop
you know n-ggas, they be shaky when that lead drop
ay, we really grew up in them projects
you ain’t made it, ’till your momma out them projects
momma house, you ain’t got up off that couch yet
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga, i’m on southwest

[verse 2: bez19]
tryna make it, still stuck in the slums
still duckin’, dodgin’ 12, gotta keep me a gun
richmond baby, ’bout whatever, pull it straight from the mud
see them suckas in the county, line it up and go ones
send a hoe in first class, jet blue with the b-tch
southwest, carry on, got some ps in her sh-t
can’t believe my baby bro upstate for a bid
can’t believe my lil’ cousin state witness, a snitch
know these n-ggas all my life, now they straddle the fence?
left lil’ homie on stuck, shakin’ just like a b-tch
couple bands and green dot, do anything for the p
and i ain’t goin’ for the two, i’m james harden for three
get back, step back, n-gga got me clutchin’ the 3
i put trust in all my n-ggas, ’cause they yank for the team
countin’ money with my daughter, now that’s livin’ the dream
take a knee and thank the lord, ’cause he know what i seen
[chorus: lil bean]
f-ck a vest, this a headshot
give my lil’ bro a band, make his bed rock
you ain’t really from your section, you just band hop
you know n-ggas, they be shaky when that lead drop
ay, we really grew up in them projects
you ain’t made it, ’till your momma out them projects
momma house, you ain’t got up off that couch yet
i ain’t worried ’bout no n-gga, i’m on southwest

- lil bean

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