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letra de i love it - lil double 0

[intro]
yeah, yeah, walk world
yeah, yeah, yeah, walk
yeah, walk
still ain’t signed no deal, still signed to the streets, you know what i’m sayin’? (ayy, yeah, yeah, walk)
like, and i won’t ever sell my soul just for a few ‘bows, know what i’m sayin’? like
i see a lot of n-ggas in the industry, but we really in the streets, you know what i’m sayin’? like
like that, uh
i’m just tryna tell you, like, real-deal forever in the streets
woah, okay

[verse]
i love it, still poppin’ pills in public
still pushin’ p like —-, seven my n-ggas still fightin’ them judges (free all the slimes)
i know hap died up in 2020, my grandma tried, but it made me grind
put dead opps in the wind, get to flyin’
walk ’round the world with a slime
tryna ride my wave, you can’t be broke
f-ck minimum wage ’cause we sell dope
dirty money, jewelry came shinin’
eliantte, water, wave this ho (walk down, walk down)
when a n-gga go crazy slidin’
he shoot four days, tryna score four summers
drillin’ like paid in full, rockin’ tan boots now
whatever day what it is, f-ck in the cold
gotta get paid, it ain’t no option
trackhawk scream loud like the motor was talkin’
you know how we walkin’
(pull up and walk sh-t down)
puttin’ n-ggas’ ass in a coffin
before all that rap sh-t came, we was still in the town
my lil’ n-gga just died off a fake perc’, got me debatin’ if i wanna take them b-tches right now
i can’t even be mad at my n-gga, ’cause i know he ain’t have a frown
we was just eighteen when it was me and t30, thuggin’, tryna walk the world down
‘fore the rap sh-t, we on trap sh-t, hit that spot and flip the pounds
(wish my grandma could say she proud of me, b-tch, i know i ain’t let her down)
empty the whole clip, switch another round (ayy)
go hit the block right now (go crazy)
like i love this b-tch, she’ll chase a n-gga down
forever on defense, i get you knocked down
got more bodies than a cemetery
got rich ‘fore i got an obituary
g told me no fightin’ these switches
real street n-gga, my first contract was dope in the kitchen
some n-ggas made it out, some n-ggas didn’t
(everywhere we go, we gotta shoot this b-tch)
he ain’t pushin’ p ’cause that n-gga a p-ssy
ho-ass n-gga, probably push up and k!ll him
he know he a rat, then we whack him and leave all the witness
put a n-gga down with the fishes
shoot the ar both hands with the glock with precision
(uh, g6 boot up with me, ayy)
i just poured a four of wock’, i d-mn near thought that sh-t was act’
ain’t no way a dead opp comin’ back
roll a n-gga, smoke him in a maybach
get so high that you can’t relax
your man got robbed, you ain’t come back
n-ggas ain’t never gettin’ they l!ck back
(uh, my big brother g told the streets that, ayy)
i keep dough like i’m in cmg with gotti, but i ain’t no hustler
i keep robbers, slimes, and shooters with me, everybody off the muscle
bad b-tch with me, she gon’ pop a pill, dive in her, skeet, just f-ck her, ayy
okay, walk with a slime, got her screamin’ out slatt
know double got big z’s like big zoe, free the guys locked on max
(that sh-t crazy but true, ’cause it’s facts)
every n-gga ’round me havin’ motion, ain’t no gettin’ money, broke, goin’ back
(we ain’t comin’ like that)
pull up in a brand-new demon, doin’ a dirt road like the track’

- lil double 0

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