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letra de sw4 - starlito

[intro: starlito]
ghettout
nah, we ain’t the same, hmm
you got that ho on retainer, i don’t do no explaining
i’ll never be famous, i go everywhere with my banger
you’ll tell everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster
i ain’t scared of you motherf-ckers, i’m just afraid of my

[chorus: starlito]
if she love me like she say she love me we gon’ be alright
i still call and check up on her just to see if she alright
never home, i’m living wrong, i know i need to treat her right
she just picked me up from a flight, i take back off, i leave tonight

[verse 1: starlito]
i’m living fast, two twenty-five on the dash
i’m really getting to a bag, these n-gg-s livin’ in the past
let’s talk facts, i’m the one with them racks
i’m the one that’ll pull up on you all by myself with that mac
i’m the one n-gg-s pull up on and i tell ’em pull around the back
pull it out the back, pop it out the vac sack
know i’m probably gon’ tax
if you know i got it on me, showing out for the police, i think you a rat
just took a loss, i think about eighty racks
all i can think ’bout is making it back
if this plug just keep it coming, f-ck it we gon’ be alright
i done ran a check up on ’em but i still will squeeze on sight
whippin’ on me when i’m wrong but yeah they still gon’ read my writes

[verse 2: don trip]
i’m the one with the thirty rounds on the twelve gauge
chopper singing, let it serenade
i got everything but a hand grenade
i was really gon’ blow, i was like fourteen makin’ pipe bombs
now i got a little more sense but i’ll still shoot like a nikon
wrong place at the wrong time, but you n-gg-s f-ckin’ with the right one
they call craig petties notorious, but where i’m from he’s an icon
being broke ain’t never no fun
back when they ain’t have a gofundme
i was moteling with a snow bunny
paying all our bills with my dope money
truth is, i been broke before, broke and poor, i ain’t even gon’ front
i brought steak for dinner but all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch
i keep the rifle like i go hunt, i stack the paper like a whole bunch
i say life is sorta like a toilet seat, you come pulling sh-t, i’m gon’ dump
hope you got life insurance, big time
poppin’ sh-t like the brick guy
’til they pop your -ss and your mama can’t afford to bury you without a fish fry
no rest, i can never loosen up, something like a ziptie
got incendiaries in that thirty round, i’ll hop out on you and spit fire

[verse 3: starlito]
that’s overk!ll, i’m in over-grind like it’s overtime, i don’t get tired
you a ho for real, and a p-ssy, that’s why you always be d-ck ridin’
we might’ve fell out but i never switched sides
and i never let sh-t slide
f-ck your baby mama while the kid nap
doin’ drive-bys out the b-tch ride
selling mid out a rental from enterprise
they ain’t have nothing bigger than a midsize
that’s the difference between hitters and sendouts
don’t tell me lil n-gg-, i been about it
seventy-five round drum with me now
ten pounds in the penthouse
i just opened one and the sh-t loud
i just sold three for like ten thousand
me and bro gon’ break these other six down
yeah we gon’ be alright
i just need a light, step brothers for life
ghettout

- starlito

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