letra de trick different - mg sleepy
[intro]
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[chorus]
i said, “i was going through some things i seen the real in you”
i had my back against the wall and i was still gritting
i said, “b-tch, i barely trust my f-ckin self, this sh-t get real tricky”
i know a opp that turned his life around and i’ma still k!ll him
i said, “b-tch, this a glizzy in my drawers, it got my hip itchin'”
red tips gon’ come from out the glock to k!ll a crip n-gga
i said, “b-tch, told me that her n-gga cheap”, she know i trick different
i said, “rubber band on top of rubber band, b-tch, i get real chicken”
[verse]
count a hundred in all hundreds, that sh-t hit different
b-tch, i got a rollie in my closet, cost a brick ticket
i said, “i love my scale, but i can sell a fish, b-tch, i’m a real dealer”
take the chains from off a n-gga neck and make a grill with it
i said, “hе been rappin for some years, and n-gga still sh-tty”
b-tches on thе ‘grams sellin’ patron, i know she steal liquor
i said, “b-tch, i turn my dirt into some diamonds, i’m a rich gritter”
take the pockets off that n-gga pants, he ain’t got sh-t in ’em
[chorus]
i said, “i was going through some things i seen the real in you”
i had my back against the wall and i was still gritting
i said, “b-tch, i barely trust my f-ckin self, this sh-t get real tricky”
i know a opp that turned his life around and i’ma still k!ll him
i said, “b-tch, this a glizzy in my drawers, it got my hip itchin'”
red tips gon’ come from out the glock to k!ll a crip n-gga
i said, “b-tch, told me that her n-gga cheap”, she know i trick different
i said, “rubber band on top of rubber band, b-tch, i get real chicken”
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