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letra de “i ain’t had nothing” - lil fifty3

[intro]
(808 mafia tag)
(blrrt! yeah, huh?)
(m3, you made this?)
(black diamond in this b-tch)
(fifty3 talkin’ his sh-t again, ho)
ayy, turn me up, b-tch
(strapped!)

[pre-chorus]
i remember i was broke as f-ck, not a crumb in my stash (broke, b-tch)
mama cryin’, rent due, i had to get off my ass (go!)
i was posted at the corner store, stuffin’ work in my bag (uh huh)
tryna dodge twelve, paranoid, runnin’ fast with that mag (boom!)

[chorus]
they wanna stretch me ’cause i’m next to blow (facts!)
but i ain’t goin’ out, nah, b-tch, i let it blow (grrah, grrah!)
had to grind hard just to get off the floor (real sh-t)
now i’m up, p-ssy n-gga, better check the score (b-tch!)
gave that boy my loyalty, he turned snake, now he flat (dead!)
should’ve seen that sh-t comin’, i ain’t never trust a rat (never!)
bossed up, got my l!ck back, yeah, remember that (stamped!)
kept it one hunnid, ain’t fold, and that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact (ayy!)

[verse]
this for them f-ckboys who crossed me (p-ssy)
talk behind my back, now they salty (ha!)
sayin’ they wit’ me but envy inside
he gon’ get zipped if he talkin’ too c-cky (boom, boom, boom!)
strapped up in the whip with zae and trigga (zae!)
tryna catch us an opp, let the streets pick the k!ller (pick ’em!)
pint in my bag, .30 stick in my hoodie
we ain’t squashin’ no beef, b-tch, we steppin’ fully
parked outside they hood, no mask, just rage (grrah!)
caught one lackin’—put his name on the front page (boom!)
cops circlin’ ‘round, i hit that alley, then skate (gone!)
i ain’t trustin’ no soul, most these n-ggas turn fake (facts!)
i done slid for my dawgs, they ain’t ride for me back (nah)
left me bleedin’ in the cold, now i’m clutchin’ the mac (brrt!)
on that bus wit’ the packs, me and don movin’ fast
now i’m flexin’ on them b-tches that curved me in class (stupid!)
[chorus]
they wanna stretch me ’cause i’m next to blow (boom!)
but i ain’t goin’ out, nah, b-tch, i let it blow (let it blow!)
had to grind hard just to get off the floor (real one)
now i’m up, p-ssy n-gga, better check the score (huh?)
gave that boy my loyalty, he turned snake, now he flat (lay down!)
should’ve seen that sh-t comin’, i ain’t never trust a rat (nope!)
bossed up, got my l!ck back, yeah, remember that (remember that!)
kept it one hunnid, ain’t fold, and that’s a motherf-ckin’ fact (stamped!)

[post-chorus]
i remember i was broke as h-ll, now i’m thumbin’ through cash (bands!)
used to sleep on that floor, now this ar in the stash (stay ready!)
n-ggas laughin’ at my pain, i was runnin’ from my past
now them same hoes want me, tell that ho kiss my ass (f-ck outta here!)

[outro]
(hahaha!)
b-tch, it’s lil fifty3
i’m steppin’ on sh-t, and i ain’t forgivin’ nothin’
(grrah! boom! navy3, b-tch! 300!)
free the gang, f-ck the opps, and f-ck that b-tch who switched
i ain’t had nothin’—now look at me
(stamped! blrrt! out!)

- lil fifty3

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