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letra de i got (2019) - lil keed

run that back, turbo
i’m leavin’ my mans on a lit, your ho’s a one night stand
yeah, my pocket on nothing but finesse, so your sh-t don’t come with a ring
yeah, my b-tch, she so bad, yeah, and she drinkin’ on chardonnay
i do hennessy, not no ace of spades
nah, you can’t be friends with me if you ain’t gettin’ paid
or you’d rather get some p-ssy instead of gettin’ paid
on the lean, sippin’, trippin’, this sh-t i call the gang

yeah, these n-ggas really roaches, i’m havin’ rain
and these n-ggas really bogus and miscellaneous
i’m gon’ run these bands, i’m not ashamed
holes in his head, sh-t, thеy call him crazy
before she quеstion me about my occupation
got a hard bag, put sh-t in rotation
i see you flashin’ money, sh-t, but you been poor lately
i just be ridin’ with the stick, my heart been cold lately
i got, i got, i got

brokerage know my mama with me
in the streets, they bond me with promethazine
my death stroke, sh-t, almost k!lled meech
i trap a whole mv, no blue cheese
if i caught her down for my dead set, it’s gon’ be a ho
i guess i’m catchin’ the downfall, sh-t, i love all my hoes
in a real push-start and my coupe match our toe
yeah, i walk with this one here, he goin’ out like no hope
i got real deal shooters, stickbaby and d-bo
and i’m k!llin’ all these lame-ass n-ggas, nike both
i’m k!llin’ these opps back-to-back, they don’t wanna move
i’m k!llin’ your other sets, n-gga, you don’t want no more
i’m preachin’ the hood rich, they say i can’t spend no more
it was over ten credit card to pay the toll
spent half a million on my gang, you know the rule
they stole my slang, they stole my style, they stole my flu
i’m comin’ hard, just do what you do ’cause i’m takin’ over

if wasn’t for my daughter, i bet i’d hit, i been watchin’ news
los ghetto gang-gang, these n-ggas know that we two
nah, i don’t wanna talk sh-t, i just wanna fool you
i’m leavin’ my mans on a lit, your ho’s a one-night stand
yeah, my pocket on nothin’ but finesse, so your sh-t don’t come with a ring
yeah, my bit’, she so bad, yeah, and she drinkin’ on chardonnay
i do hennessy, not no ace of spades

nah, you can’t be friends with me if you ain’t gettin’ paid
or you’d rather get some p-ssy instead of gettin’ paid
on the lean, sippin’, trippin’, this sh-t i call the gang
yeah, these n-ggas really roaches, i’m havin’ rain
and these n-ggas really bogus and miscellaneous
i’m gon’ run these bands, i’m not ashamed
holes in his head, sh-t, they call him crazy
before she question me about my occupation
got a hard bag, put sh-t in rotation
i see you flashin’ money, sh-t, but you been poor lately
i just be ridin’ with the stick, my heart been cold lately
i got, i got, i got

- lil keed

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