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letra de how many timez - lindon

i keep my enemies
in my prayers
i just wanna
ball like the lakers
take a flight to vegas
tip a couple bands
to the waiters
then i wave at you haters
f-ck boys
i remember
when they used to play us
now they bow down to the king
it’s a knockout
every time i step in the ring

you will never get the belt
b-tch, i’m the champ
they never thought i’d make it
but i took a chance
you gotta dance with the devil
that’s the monеy dance
put my foot to the pedal
now it’s lit
likе a lamp
so many bars
f-ck around
and catch writer’s cramp
i don’t owe you b-tches nothin’
word to uncle sam
i never ran from the opps
you do the runnin’ man
i came a long way
from eating off the food stamps
now you see me on the road
in my lambo
ima solider
#1 commando
straight shooter
trappin’ out the bando
that’s why you hatin’ on me
like i’m pablo
escabar
and i know about them narcos
i keep a couple racks
hangin’ in my cargos
i lost my cousin
he was like a brother to me though
god rest his soul
let me tell you how the story goes
how many times
do i gotta’ tell you i’m the best
how many rhymes
do i gotta’ spit from my flesh
how many dimes
do i gotta’ smash in my bed
i’m livin’ life
and i ain’t afraid of death
listen
how many times
do i gotta’ tell you
i’m the greatest
how many times
do i gotta’ prove all my haters
now they bow down to the king
it’s a knockout
every time i step in the ring

pull out the foreign
i’m someone important
you better get out of my way
i don’t f-ck wit’ n0body
i chill wit’ my shawty
the rest of y’all
act so fake
you don’t want smoke
this ain’t a joke
you will get choked
i love to win
i never lose
b-tch, i’m the goat
i don’t play games
please don’t ask me for no favors
loyalty is something
that i keep sacred
i used to work minimum wage
like ima slave
now, i’m my own boss
and a playa’ gettin’ paid
i came from the trenches
where the roaches be
they never used to hit me up
now they calling me
like where you been
but i tell em’
that i’m making moves
yeah, i just started rapping
but it’s overdue
i was born for this sh-t
this my destiny
and i won’t stop
till’ i got nothin’ left in me
im confident
cus i know that i’m the greatest
middle finger up to you haters
how many times
do i gotta’ tell you i’m the best
how many rhymes
do i gotta’ spit from my flesh
how many dimes
do i gotta’ smash in my bed
i’m livin’ life
and i ain’t afraid of death
listen
how many times
do i gotta’ tell you
i’m the greatest
how many times
do i gotta’ prove all my haters
now they bow down to the king
it’s a knockout
every time i step in the ring

- lindon

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