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letra de truth - lil migo

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d-mn, hey
migo, d-mn, hey
d-mn, hey

hey, d-mn, deniro
hey, deniro

i was the one that was f-cked up my n-gga
i had to go get me a bag
and i don’t got time for none of these b-tches
they just tryna throw me that ass
and i don’t got time for none these n-ggas
i’m too busy chasin’ da cat
same n-ggas who livin’ back then, they tryna come back from the past

so i just load up my mac
then i just smoke on that gas
and when i sit back and just think on it
my n-gga, they really don’t wanna wack
these n-ggas know that they really be cappin’
my n-gga, i’m speakin’ these facts
my n-gga, we slidin’ and we never hidin’
we pull up with sticks out the back, d-mn, hey

hold up lil’ homie (d-mn)
heard these n-ggas say i got a check
but last time i checked, i’m still in the hood, and i got a ‘vette
but lemme just guess
you’ll hear anything and roll with next
but if you insist
you know that i started out servin out tenths (d-mn)

bought me a bale
then bought me scale, i’ll pull up and serve you this threat
bought me some guns then i bought a bond
my n-gga, i’m feelin’ like jack
he watch his tounge, i grabbed his lung
my n-gga, i just got him wacked, d-mn
i put my life on this track
everything i say is facts (d-mn)

we get ’em in, and we get ’em gone
i cannot talk on the phone (nope)
i gotta sell me some strong
just get off yo’ ass, quit askin’ for loans
baby, come home and take off that thong
then you can give me that dome
then you can leave me alone
i made me a play and i got it gone

sick of these n-ggas, i’m sick of these b-tches (d-mn)
everything i say the realest
n-gga, my pot you can feel it
been stayed in my bag, n-gga, this taste like henny
get on yo’ grind, serve out yo’ feelings (f-ck ’em)
you don’t got time to be chillin’ (no)
you tryna run up a milli
but look at you n-gga you stuck on these b-tches

come buy a bale, don’t need me a scale (nope)
n-gga, i’m runnin from 12 (gone)
n-gga, i bounced off the scale
’cause these n-ggas snitchin’, they gon’ wanna tell
i had it all, then n-gga, i failed (d-mn)
n-gga, don’t ask how it feel (no)
n-gga, you cap on your bills
you stuck at the crib and can’t get a lift (d-mn)

this is for real, hey, n-gga you playin’ the field
n-gga, you know you get k!lled, d-mn hey
this is for real, hey
this is for real, d-mn
everything i say, my n-gga, you know this sh-t is for real, hey d-mn

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