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letra de 24 songs (ft. robert ziomek) - marked for deletion

[intro: playboi carti]
racecars outside
i got hoes tryna ride out
make ’em wanna find out, everything on my body
shawty gotta find out, i ain’t tryna hide nun’
everything i do is different (oh, yeah)
i am lost in the matrix
i need a face-lift, drive in my sp-ceship
get out my sp-ce, b-tch, get out my face, b-tch
i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
i can’t believe we made it this far
hand in the sky (hand in thе— ahh)
i can’t believe i madе it this far
i’m just tryna tell you how i feel, tell you how i feel

[verse: playboi carti]
i’m just tryna tell you how i feel, tell you how i feel
i been on tour, yeah, i been on all that
uh, too much money, turned down a deal, turned down a deal
too much money, turned down a deal, turned down a deal
we riding bronco’s right through the hill
we riding bronco’s right through the hill
she f-ck me pr-nto when i call her, yeah
ain’t no stoppin’ us, we goin’ out of here
they know we poppin’ now, they can’t control none
i got that thing on me, i’m really blowin’ smoke
you know this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
everything on go-oh
this that type of—, uh
let the real stay, uh, let the fake get gone
let the fake go home, tell ’em n-ggas go, leave my ass alone
i been on my own, i been all alone
i fell on my face, i got up my own
i fell on my face, got up on my own
i fell on my face, got up on my own
i just left the studio, did—, uh
i just left the studio, did twenty-four songs
i been on my sh-t, i been off the grid
i can’t disappear, i gotta watch my kid
i gotta watch my sh-t, i gotta watch my sis’
everything gettin’ bigger, sh-t don’t make no sense, sh-t don’t make no—, uh
i didn’t answer the phone, n-ggas always mad
i don’t give a f-ck at all, i don’t give a f-ck at all
real n-gga, i ball, told these n-ggas, yeah
they ain’t believe nun’ at all, they ain’t believe us at all
they ain’t believe us at all, they ain’t believe us at all
believe us at all (uh-uh-uh-uh)
[outro: robert ziomek & playboi carti]
can’t believe that we made it this far (uh, uh)
can’t believe that we made it this far
look, mama, now your son is a star (uh, uh)
can’t believe that we made it this far
standin’ on your shoulders, in god
when life get too hard, i think about everybody i been scarred from
i even broke bread even though i should’ve starved them
i’m goin’ out a hero, baby
comma, comma, zero, baby
angels callin’, demons callin’
i put them on threeway, baby
i’ve been keeping them shooters with me on payroll lately

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