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letra de good - lil wayne

[jadakiss]
i’m as real as they come, i follow the rules
i’m still in the hood but i probably should move
made enough money, i don’t f-ck around
i just felt they needed me, so i stuck around
feds got my man, sh-t is real son
cause my god son just became my real son
think life is a game but all you get is a turn
you live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
kush in the air, i’m pushing the gears
love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
if it ain’t right, i don’t sign the deal
shoot me in the watch, i got time to k!ll
gasoline, propane, ain’t no salary cap in the dope game
ain’t no collective bargaining on cocaine
so in other words n-gga, do your thing

[drake]
mind in one place, heart in another
please pardon my brother
he’s just angry at you n-ggas who dont have your heart in your rap sh-t
and got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
young money, got the munchies
faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
they tellin’ lies about me, aww yeah i must’ve made it
rikers island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
but at least they had some bad b-tches workin’ in that sh-t hole
ahhh, 3 visits later, i went and did it major
so f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out
and then november came, they let my n-gga out

[lil wayne]
stop playin, i ain’t with that bullsh-t
n-ggas act like b-tches. shanaynay, oh my goodness
this is wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
give me three wishes, i wish, i wish, i wish, you would b-tch
brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
two glock 40′s, n-gga you got 80 problems
swimmin’ in the money, imma need some f-ckin goggles
its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about ‘em
i just came home, sh-t then got real hoe
lil weezy-ana, the boot n-gga, steal toe
i ain’t workin with a full deck but i deal hoe
i just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
talkin ’bout baby money? i got your baby money
kidnap your b-tch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money
i know you fake n-gga, press your brakes n-gga
i’ll take you out, that’s a date n-gga
im a grown -ss blood, stop playin with me
play -ssh0l- and get an -ss whippin’
i think you p-ssy cat ha, h-llo kitty
i just throw the alley-oop to drake griffin
i lay em down, tempur-pedic
this sh-ts a game of chess, you n-ggas think its cleavage
its young money, yeah ’tis the season
i give you the business, b-tch this a business meeting
my n-ggas hungry, my b-tches greedy
will i die a bl–dy murder? dear mr. ouija
n-gga, im straight, my girl a f-ggot
potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad

- lil wayne

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