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letra de nothing left - lil eazzyy

[intro: lil eazzyy & king von]
(go)
oh yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one
go, go, go, go
still cappin’ in this b-tch with danny, on bro

[chorus: lil eazzyy]
b-tch, i need a check (a check)
i gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then i shoot for his neck (his neck)
b-tch, give me respect (respect)
foenem be tweakin’ on x and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (skrrt, skrrt)
i ride for the set
if you my brother, i got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (a hundred)
i was a jit, sell a brick of the fet’
gotta get it all off ’til it ain’t nothing left
[verse 1]
i remember whеn a n-gga wasn’t having it, i had a bl!cky right under my mattress (my mattress )
uncy taught mе how to shoot, i was clappin’ it, f-ck around and put a opp in a basket n-gga (boom)
talkin’ tough, you ain’t a savage, n-gga (you ain’t a savage, n-gga)
in my hood i’m established, n-gga
you say that yo’ n-ggas be shootin’ sh-t up, my opinion is you need some practice, n-gga (baow, baow, baow, baow)
four door with a drac’ and a passenger, we finna sweep up yo’ block like the janitor (skrrt)
don’t try to get out yo’ character, i seen them n-ggas beat you on camera (p-ssy)
pop me a perc’, i got stamina (stamina)
pickin’ her up then i’m slammin’ her (i’m slammin’ her)
i remember i ain’t have nothing left in my pocket, i threw twenty grams at her

[chorus: lil eazzyy]
b-tch, i need a check (a check)
i gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then i shoot for his neck (his neck)
b-tch, give me respect (respect)
foenem be tweakin’ on x and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (skrrt, skrrt)
i ride for the set
if you my brother, i got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (a hundred)
i was a jit, sell a brick of the fet’
gotta get it all off ’til it ain’t nothing left
b-tch, i need a check (a check)
i gotta stack in my pocket, he reach, then i shoot for his neck (his neck)
b-tch, give me respect (respect)
foenem be tweakin’ on x and them strikers, we gon’ make a mess (skrrt, skrrt)
i ride for the set
if you my brother, i got you a hundred, it ain’t nothing less (a hundred)
i was a jit, sell a brick of the fet’
gotta get it all off ’til it ain’t nothing left
[verse 2]
i need a thick b-tch (thick b-tch), one who’ll pass me the stick quick
dumping it all and we bail out (baow)
bro, got a switch, bet he hit sh-t
it’s a kriss vec’ on his pistol, it knock him the h-ll out (grra)
harder to trust, lot of n-ggas be sell outs (uh)
i gotta head out
love when the money be calling my phone, i’ma run to the bag ’til a n-gga go check out, uh
h-llcat right off the lot and i’m scratching (vroom)
she fell in love with my fashion
lil’ bro send me a plan, i’m blastin’ (i’m blastin’)
freak b-tch giving top in a mansion
ten racks, give her a stack and she active (she active)
she gon’ hit the road when i ask it
fifth-third gimme a chase and its crackin’
what can i say, boy? the money my passion (its crackin’)

- lil eazzyy

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