letra de realest one - lil keed
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smashing in the building everytime i walk in the room
smashing in the h-llcat, smashing on these hoes
coming through in aventador it’s a two-seater, woah
i’m flying far, far, away
yeah you know you hear the tires screeching it ain’t even gotta be raining
no, i don’t got time to lay off, get money when it’s raining
two sunroofs in the whip, sh-t, i’m looking up when it’s raining
n-gga shoot, but i ain’t aiming, til i got the cash and got famous
hundred shots, he got graded, got a whole lot of dead faces
not shopping at macy, i got gucci slides with no laces
yeah, i got these racks up, piped up on your b-tches
yeah, too many hunnids i need rubber bands on this sh-t
yeah, i just pulled up on my b-tch from baltimore
yeah they hating on me cause i got on skinny clothes
all this foreign drip on me i’m k!lling all these boys
all these fashion designers tryna put me in they stores
pulled up with thugger thugger in aventador
took some thousand dollar pants and cut em into shorts
then i took your hoe and bent her all over the porsche
aye, yeah yeah, i get a whole lot of bands, i get to the motherf-cking cream, sh-t
and my pockets crippin, but my brother done bleed
yeah, i let them f-ck boys talk, they ain’t doin sh-t to me
i caught that hoe in the rain, put that lil hoe on the screen
i put racks in my seams, smoking runts out russian creams
i put racks on the table then i put her on her knees
yeah, the demons, the devils so i’m tearing up the streets, tell em brand new rp’s, imma itch it like a flee
whoo, heard that your crew be lacking
balmain boots, they taxed
yeah i got them out of jeffrey, yeah i shop at sachs
then i take her to the crib, then i bring her back
n-gga crew hopping, so you know you got shot bout that
playing with lil keed bag, you get shot bout that
yeah i got rich, but came from the rags, ain’t y’all know bout that
i hit the club, i’m tryna come in, yeah i’m dispersing that
yeah, i’m a big dawg dawg, i can’t wait to finish
yeah my boys spaz out, oh yeah you don’t wanna get into that
yeah i’m p-ssing like i’m paul, yeah i’m ditching that
i was in the bp, not the exxon, rudy gang we the real one, ya dig
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