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letra de let me speak - m row

[intro]
(ayo, kezii)
(ayo, kezii, this sh-t got me trippin’)
(katari)

[chorus]
like, wait, can i speak?
lemme put bass in my voice
losin’ my mind, i been itchin’ to tweak
try-try to push up, i’ma fl!ck with no choice
sometimes one day really feel like a week
glock 17 too loud makin’ noise
bad lil’ b-tch get a kiss on her cheek
don’t know her name, but i think that it’s joyce
wetty, i love how it leak
when i go in, i just love how it’s moist
freaky, you know she a freak
when i’m not ’round, she gon’ play with her toys
feelin’ my body, she love my physique
yellin’, back shots and she love makin’ noise
one deep, one chop on they block, tryna snеak
(send shots, took off and got low from the boys)

[verse]
back to my pain sh-t
bro took twenty, i was goin’ insanе, sh-t
stop jackin’ he told, he ain’t have to explain sh-t
twenty nights on my block, we do drills in that rain sh-t
the opps turn jet, i don’t care ’bout that plane sh-t
i’m still jackin’ my f and i’m still on that same sh-t
always push up when they drop the location
got two dead opps in my blunt, combination
jay5ive said he don’t know pop, like
that’s ’cause he wasn’t outside, like
i really know all the opps in person
few n-ggas dead was my guys
and they say they don’t know me, they need to stop
even though he a opp, i was dead cool with fries
i’m spinnin’ with ak, ten shots in my chop
f-ck all them n-ggas, we don’t do no ties
sugar b only n-gga my age that ain’t change
only real ones that remain
f-cked up my head ’cause this sh-t really strange
take risks for the gang, it ain’t sh-t to explain
i watched zay get punched, jaw rearranged
free shmu shawny, hit boy with some pain
(i throw three and i miss, gotta go to the range)
(but i knew it was him, he was wearin’ they chain) like
surrounded by shooters, what the f-ck do you think that sh-t made me?
i throw everytime, n-ggas know i manuever
lil’— shh, really shot, he gon’ lie like he grady
n-gga spanked out kenny capone with a scooter
i was punchin’ him up on a bench, sh-t was crazy
oh-oh sh-t, that’s an intruder (i’ma put him on tv, i ain’t talkin’ no swayze)
like, free dg, bro tried to put a new opp on the tv
what? let me tp
i be makin’ ’em wonder, i ain’t talkin’ no stevie
y’all bait up the drill every time when y’all see me
smoke out the gun, this sh-t is steamy
shots send him up, he get gone like houdini
i’m totin’ on jenn, haley, nene (nene)
[chorus]
wait, can i speak?
lemme put bass in my voice
losin’ my mind, i been itchin’ to tweak
try to push up, i’ma fl!ck with no choice
sometimes one day really feel like a week
glock 17 too loud makin’ noise
bad lil’ b-tch get a kiss on her cheek
don’t know her name, but i think that it’s joyce
wetty, i love how it leak
when i go in, i just love how it’s moist
freaky, you know she a freak
when i’m not ’round, she gon’ play with her toys
feelin’ my body, she love my physique
yellin’, back shots and she love makin’ noise
one deep, one chop on they block, tryna sneak
(send shots, took off and got low from the boys)

- m row

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