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letra de 12345 freestyle - lil pete

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[intro]
sparky made it slap— slap— slap—

[verse]
n-ggas really out here internet boasting
why the f-ck would i post that strap, n-gga, if i tote it?
you could get rich, wet a n-gga if you hard
or if not, i could put you on a plane ‘cross the ocean
i used to hit l!cks ’cause i ain’t wanna see a drought
lost my bro to the streets and lost my b-tch to some clout
and everyday ain’t promised, so i need it right now
n-ggas do everything i do, n-gga, like my child
4es, you n-ggas is not shining
how you ain’t ride when n-ggas was out dying?
n-ggas broke, n-ggas act like getting money was like science
nowadays you want respect, then you gotta get violent
quick to cut you off if i see the hate in you and i
leave you where you stand ’cause i ain’t finna play with you
and you can’t trust every b-tch just because she lay with you
when your d-ck in the dirt, you gon’ see if they with you
and i been like future, where the flashlight?
searching for that b-tch, but i’ve been thinking ’bout my past life
need that real love like offset and cardi
jumping out with stick, but on my side is a barbie
vegas nights, we be shooting ’til the sun up
fendi at the baccarat table with a hunnid
n-gga k!lled his own mans, n-gga tryna drop a hunnid
i could really say a lot, but they gon’ think that i fund it, ayy
and we gon’ keep it off the net
n-gga caught a case ’cause he was on her tryna flex
b-tch, you caught a headshot and you here, then you blessed
i was out in new york catching plays like the mets
there’s no cap in my raps
we was tryna high speed with no baps
playing four-five-six, we upgraded from the cr-ps
n-ggas wanna fit in, but they can’t, they’ll slack
they might think they know a lot, but they’ll never understand me
all about a dollar, but i’ll do it for the family
free the real n-ggas, y’all gon’ make it out the jammy
can’t tell me nothing ’bout tamia and lil’ cammy
and i’ll run this sh-t up until i can’t no more
i ain’t settling for crumbs, n-gga, i ain’t no ho
n-ggas hiding out the way so we gon’ paint your bro
taking sh-t to the grave that you ain’t gon’ know
and i don’t wanna hear about your old money, old skits
i just wanna hold bands, the youngins wanna hold sticks
had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich
but you could lose that sh-t faster than it come, don’t slip
ayy, yeah-yeah
and you could lose that sh-t faster than it come, don’t slip
ayy
we had to get over that bump in the road, now we rich
n-gga
i don’t wanna hear about that old money, old skit
and i don’t wanna hear about that old money, old skit
[outro]
man who f-ckin’— who the f-ck in this crib?
ayy, bruh, pass me the pistol
d-mn, i look through the door
i see like three, four n-ggas running through the crib
all black, mask on, running through the crib
one n-gga run to the front door
i hop out, i start shooting
bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
shot the n-gga
bow
shot his ass
bow-bow-bow-bow
all the n-ggas run out the door, they run out the door

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