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letra de servin - maximus prince

{intro}
godd-mn
yo, this beat got me like
“hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey”
aight, let’s work

{verse 1}
make his body spinnin’ like a clown at the circus if i ever catch him lurkin’
in my birkin’, b-tch i’m workin’
but the biddies at my service like a servant
and they look up to my purpose like, “d-mn, that n-gga earned it,” ooh
flowin’ on the beat, you thought a mothaf-cka’s surfin’
and it’s feelin’ like it’s burnin’
don’t concern if i be merkin’
all the fake n-ggas in person, don’t get nervous
all my drip got me submerging, but i gеt the bag and turn it too
i’m too rich, my driftin’ go stupid on one of my new whips, and you know it’s all whitе
obsessed with music, i could really do this like all night, ‘til sunrise
went to the party with shorties and my girl is asking me “you gonna call, right?”
luckily, she put her trust in me when i say that this is gonna be alright
lil tecca, b-tch, i just got a bankroll (yuh)
too much sh-t to count when it’s on the table (yuh)
do it by myself, i don’t need a label to stay stable (nah, nah, nah)
h-lla people livin’ fables
how ya beats trash? you got a ton of able (how?)
if i’m 5g, all you n-ggas cable (wow)
i don’t need my t–th gold, to be gold
i roll off the pick while they roll they ankles, they know
i’m never floppin’, just posted a snippet i’m never droppin’ (sheeh)
‘cause music i put out gets played at the cookout
and got all people forever coppin’ (ayo what song is that? what song is that?)
too fly in the sky like a helicopter
i just keep propellin’ instead of stoppin’
and y’all needa wait ‘til my temper’s droppin’
to do all that talk and that mesmerizin’, yuh
droppin’ (drop) often (lots)
way too many rappers do talkin’ (talk)
while i’m stayin’ in the stu locked in (locked)
i’m a entertainer like joplin (scott)
stockings (stash), profits (cash)
money really givin’ me options (facts)
not tryna stop sh-t, but lemme calm the beat down, bring it back, and drop it, ayy
{verse 2}
said i’m tryna be free on the beat, it’s like land, i’m at sea
and if so, then i need ground (go, go)
got some yeezys for a b, now when she finds a seat
she could never keep her feet down
all my imagery is so clean that i have control of scenes (ayy)
now she knows where to eat out
don’t need plan b ‘cause this my destiny now (brr, brr)
callin’ like i speed dial
i stay with the few who got me
and i don’t give a f-ck about who’s behind me
i explore all the earth with a new bugatti
i was rockin’ chanel, but the louis caught me
n-ggas judging my life, that’s a stupid hobby
what i do makin’ noise, but i’m movin’ silent
while biddies about being rowdy, no rebel
just call me nomadic, i can’t ever settle
stay a little, then i’m saying bye
n-ggas cannot stop me if they tried
make a check arrive when i wake up
then i only spend the day outside
always heated, what the f-ck’s a prime?
make a scene like i just did a crime
stackin’ all my bars up to the sky
i’ll be servin’ ‘til the day i die, yuh

- maximus prince

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