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letra de never had shit - lil cali ceno

[intro: lil ceno]
hot boyz sh-t n-gga, all that sh-t n-gga, yeah
yeah, turn up

[chorus: lil ceno]
i ain’t never had sh-t so i’ma ball
n-ggas switchin’, got my back against the wall
i been hustlin’, tryna stack the money tall
this exclusive, you don’t know how much it cost
n-ggas envy, you should hear the way they talk
i been grindin’, tryna turn into a boss
f-ck the system, still screamin’ f-ck my dogs
exclusive drip, fifteen hundred just to walk

[verse 1: lil ceno]
young n-gga sh-t and these n-ggas they know
i say this sh-t from my heart and my soul
straight out of the trap, all i know is the bowl
if i don’t know you, serve you rock through the door
we gettin’ the bird, gettin’ this sh-t by the load
play with that bread and get turned into toast
i’m sippin’ on lean, hope i don’t overdose
yes i hit pappadeaux, second toast
i be gettin’ money, i’m lettin’ you know
free all my n-ggas stayed solid, didn’t told
free all my n-ggas locked up down the road
i took your b-tch, put a lot in her throat
we goin’ so hard, go the streets in a choke
i been stayin’ on my grind, f-ck these hoes
these n-ggas is p-ssy, we know it for sure
yeah she know i keep it on me for sure
she on my drip and my d-ck and my flow
where i come from, man i swear you can’t go
pull out them choppers and let the stick go
goin’ out bad, n-gga be ’bout a ho
play with that cash, we gon’ see ’bout your folks
me and my n-ggas got ties like a rope
diamonds on me super wet likea boat
remember them days, had the weed in my coat
i never sink, b-tch you know i’ma float
long live jimmy, man that n-gga the goat
i see through these n-ggas just like they scope
i keep the glizzy tucked in every show
n-ggas be actin’ like hoes, do the most
where i come from, n-ggas dyin’ ’bout the dough
i want some more and some more and some more

[verse 2: quando rondo]
ayy, every day i wake up on my grind, gotta get it
since a youngin, been chasin’ money, f-ck them b-tches
i’m on my grind, can’t let ’em knock me off my pivot
feel like everybody ’round me really out to get me
they say they with me, i know they ain’t really with me
life on the run, seeoff the streets, they wanna trick me
percocets hurtin’ my stomach but i’m addicted
been in these streets since a youngin so i’m committed
through the check i’m steady thumbin’, i gotta get it
state to state i’m on the road, and i keep runnin’ through these b-tches
hi-tech i’ma pour, for sippin’ lean, i need no prescription
hittin’ l!cks and sellin’ dope, i swear i grew up in them trenches
just a couple months ago i was locked up behind them fences
every night i’m in the studio, gotta get lil leeky out the trenches
it really hurt me to my heart when i seen quafee on that television
i ain’t have sh-t from the start but now they mad because a n-gga winnin’

- lil cali ceno

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