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letra de gta - m row

[intro]
oh sh-t, here we go again
ayo kezy, kezy, kezy, ayo kezy this sh-t got me trippin’

[verse]
gta life on an everyday bases, im dealin’ with numerous cases
stayin’ on [?], got to remember all faces, gun in my pocket im tying my laces, all [?] kiss but you know im not racist
multiple trips to numerous places, big booty b-tch in the car
in the sp-ces, bbl baby godness, gracous, let me get off the corner and hop on my bike, got multiple shots everytime that i pedel, can’t trip on no feet im not taking no hike
im making it count, i need me a mеdal

im riding with t, i ain’t talkin’ no [?], bullets they highlight some firе right under the kettle, freak b-tch know what i like
i promise for you, you know imma settle, pull up on my hood
bit side of the street, you know she like how i talk
let me just pay for you nails and ya feet, im lovin the way how you walk, lets go out for drinks and get somethin’ to eat
dont post on ya story you know they gon’ stalk
mission complete, she said that im sweet, you know she a bird i ain’t talkin no hulk, gave her a number, we out to the trap
tryna see what i could flip, this sh-t is real, i ain’t talkin’ no cap

break down a pack, got 100 a zip, had to switch up my line i think that is tap, got a new phone, now im back on the strip
lets get off the block, get off the map, we out to the club
lets get in the whip, strip club vas, i need me a baddie
you know that i love all of the strippers, five foot lightskin b-tch
named maddie, nice little b-tt, you know im going tipple
she get in my ear she call me daddy, she feelin my pants, my gun in the zipper, let me just leave imma send you the addy
im feelin lose off the liquor, walked outside, i saw a fan, you know that they asked for a pic, i felt something funny like they had a plan, after they took it they walked off quick, right after that i saw a van he hopped out bluffin’ but ain’t wanna cl!ck
im upin it first n-gga ran, now i got five stars, and im feelin like wick, been thuggin’ and buggin’ just a jit, could ask anybody

im with, had to spin to the store, im changing my fit, i can’t wear what i got cuz i just did a hit, sh-t not a game, i never can quit, everytime i was up i was makin’ it lit, thats one thing the opps could admit, them n-ggas know im legit, rock star life, i can’t escape, dont shame on my game, you know i can’t fake it, only cook with the pot you know i can’t bake it, watch how i rock up and lock when you make it, this sh-t is pure, sh-t is not basic

cuz you dont act how i look they just take it
imma end it right here, dont get it mistaken, f-ck all the opps that got wasted. (f-ck all the opps that got wasted)

- m row

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