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letra de livernois - lil blade

[intro]
yeah, yeah, y’all know what it is, boy
this amber, og amber, boy
best of linwood, n-gga, man, you know what it is, boy
gettin’ them blue jeans in, everything, them reggie ‘bows
them super corns, everything, man, we been doin’ this sh-t ’round here, boy
you already know it (d-mn, e, this a classic)
baby ray, lil blade, baby, you know we gettin’ it

[verse 1: babyface ray]
what made you think? (what made you think?), ice diamond links (yeah)
i can run my b-tch in louis, came a long way from pink (came a long way)
that money on my mind, think i need to see a shrink
they done took my n-gga weezy, but it’s welcome home to d-nk (welcome home)
i’m a 6 mile baby (yeah), brick mile
used to be plottin’ on a l!ck, i’m a l!ck now (i’m up)
they think i’m rich ’cause my pockets stuffed, that’s just ten thou’
think she special ’cause i let her f-ck me at the big house (okay)
ayy, i’m a detroit player (huh?), white-buff trifler (trife)
introduce you to that bag, n-gga, turn you right up (right up)
naw, i ain’t iur, n-gga, but i’m iced up (iced)
i heard it’s a drought, but we got ’em, so the price up
heard through the grapevine n-ggas on me, get your life took
you gon’ end up on a shirt out here tryna get your stripes up (huh?)
and every day a gamble, i ain’t even pick the dice up (uh-uh)
man, it’s 5 in the morning, nutty workin’ ’cause them sites up
i just made a bad b-tch hit the store for some ice cups (bad b-tch)
i just made my lil’ n-gga hit the road full of white stuff (yeah)
[chorus: babyface ray & lil blade]
what made you think that you can ever be a ghetto boy?
uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (yeah)
i took the coupe and pushed it sideways up livernois
yeah, yeah, them boys makin’ h-lla noise (yeah)
i’m humble, ’cause that flexin’ i be doin’, they ain’t ready for it
yeah, these n-ggas ain’t ready for it
real n-gga, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
yeah (ayy), yeah, these n-ggas they already know it (yeah)

[verse 2: lil blade]
b-tch, blunt full of runtz (runtz), neck full of chunks (chunks)
what made you think that my b-tch’d let you f-ck? (the f-ck?)
what made you think that you could run with the mob? (sit down)
goin’ broke playin’ keep up, lil’ n-gga, get a job (come on)
yeah, crib with the pond, really had it, ask my mama, though (i did)
in a nike tech, but my lady wearin’ prada, though
name mean money, that’s some sh-t that i ain’t gotta post (duh)
and i’m just gettin’ started, man, that’s what they gotta know
run up fifty in the d and blow it all in atlanta
hold my chain up and cheese, i ain’t runnin’ from no camera (cheese)
pull it out your pocket, drop it all in a fanta
leave the hood with a lo’, come through the ‘burbs like i’m santa, n-gga (hahaha)

[chorus: babyface ray & lil blade]
what made you think that you can ever be a ghetto boy?
uh, yeah, you better have some cheddar, boy (yeah)
i took the coupe and pushed it sideways up livernois
yeah, yeah, them boys makin’ h-lla noise (yeah)
i’m humble, ’cause that flexin’ i be doin’, they ain’t ready for it
yeah, these n-ggas ain’t ready for it
real n-gga, real in my blood, thank my daddy for it
yeah, yeah, these n-ggas they already know it

- lil blade

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