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letra de causeway - lil' hum

[chorus]
n-gga want smoke
i’mma pull up, let it go
shooting sh-t, broad day
choppa on the side, all my n-ggas gon’ ride
i could really give a d-mn what ya’ll say
prayers got me on my ass
150 on the dash
i be going real fast, swerving on the causeway
lean in my cup, sh-t got me stuck
but a n-gga, i ain’t slipping
got it tucked always

[verse 1]
b-tch i got it tucked
if a n-gga act tough, run a n-gga ass over like we in ford truck
b-tch i’m built for it, tough
can’t a n-gga f-ck with us
i be too turned up, swervin’ on the causeway
i be hitting stains in the motherf-cking hallway
this a real wap, no coffee
best believe a n-gga got it on me
chop a n-gga ass, do a n-gga like sasuke
choppa turn your tape into a ball [?]
feeling like yb, i was blind when them hoеs crossed me
why the f-ck thе n-ggas gotta side face
walk up in the building now them haters looking sideways
send my dawg to go stick ’em
my young n-gga vicious
popping prescriptions, these percs in my system
i cannot f-ck wit’ you if gwuap ain’t the issue
this money my motive, this money my mission
[pre-chorus]
you want the smoke, i let it go
it ain’t no control, in the game, you just roll
i done ran through these streets since i was 5 years old
see, my momma pop pills and my daddy smoke dope
b-tch, i been on the block, stand tall on my ten toe
i cannot stop grinding, it’s all that i know
if i get in a jam and i will never fold
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, these n-ggas some hoes

[verse 2]
scooting down 45 with the 40 on my side
i be getting real high, only lord knows why
i be cooling with the guys, hope a n-gga don’t try
we gon’ end a n-gga life just for look cross eyed
keep the eyes on the prize
do this sh-t at all times
i won’t ever testify, they gon’ have to get me lined
potato on the bag for they love small fries
if a n-gga want smoke then it’s smash on site
put some money on his head, he’ll be gone by tonight
yeah, he’ll be gone by tonight
i’mma run it up, make the bag multiply
i ain’t even finna lie, young n-gga gon’ survive
see, my daughter lost her life, she ain’t even turned 5
all the pain in my eyes, swear a n-gga wanna die
i don’t know who to trust, man i’m sick of all the lies
feeling like rod wave, finna be a green light
[pre-chorus]
you want the smoke, i let it go
it ain’t no control, in the game, you just roll
i done ran through these streets since i was 5 years old
see, my momma pop pills and my daddy smoke dope
b-tch, i been on the block, stand tall on my ten toe
i cannot stop grinding, it’s all that i know
if i get in a jam and i will never fold
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, these n-ggas some hoes

- lil hum

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