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letra de relapse - mgm lett

[intro]
(this one ride right here, ant)
yeah
sh-t comin’ to an end
to an end
my b-tch like threesomes, got me cummin’ to her friend

[chorus]
yeah, b-tch, i’m on another run, don’t see it comin’ to a end (don’t see it comin’ to a end)
designer coat, louis vuitton, that’s always on a n-gga skin (that’s always on a n-gga skin)
swear this street sh-t ain’t no fun, i caught some charges in this sh-t (caught some charges in this sh-t)
it all started with a bl!ck (it all started with a bl!ck), lost my whole partner to this sh-t (lost my whole partner to this sh-t)
still gettin’ new to all this rap sh-t, i might relapse, sell a load (might relapse, sell a load)
my lil’ b-tch bald, she know i’m strapped, so i can’t even tell hеr no (i can’t even tell hеr no)
still in the street, this sh-t a trap, i need an m so i can go (m so i can go)
you create beef up in the streets, go lay in sheets and tell a ho (don’t do that)

[verse]
what the f-ck?
got a hundred ‘za bags comin’ on a truck (truck), sh-t ain’t luck (no)
‘member a n-gga tried to rob me and i bucked (bucked), shot him up (bah)
who you think that you was comin’ to stick up? not a duck
had the nerve to ask me what i got to give them, not a f-ck
you think i came this far to quit with all this trappin’ that i did? (did)
i can’t go out like no b-tch, got to be a pastor to my kid (kid)
before them time when i was blind and i couldn’t even see a stac (couldn’t see it)
ain’t had no clue on what to do, i just knew i couldn’t be a rat
laced my boots up, i wasn’t scared to get my shoes dirty (shoes dirty)
don’t give two f-cks, if i say, “f-ck you”, make sure you heard it (you heard it)
ran my loot up, now on my wrist, it’s like a cool thirty (a cool thirty)
my b-tch like threesomes, got me cummin’ to her friend (got me cummin’ to her friend)
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m on another run, don’t see it comin’ to a end (don’t see it comin’ to a end)
designer coat, louis vuitton, that’s always on a n-gga skin (that’s always on a n-gga skin)
swear this street sh-t ain’t no fun, i caught some charges in this sh-t (caught some charges in this sh-t)
it all started with a bl!ck (it all started with a bl!ck), lost my whole partner to this sh-t (lost my whole partner to this sh-t)
still gettin’ new to all this rap sh-t, i might relapse, sell a load (might relapse, sell a load)
my lil’ b-tch bald, she know i’m strapped, so i can’t even tell her no (i can’t even tell her no)
still in the street, this sh-t a trap, i need an m so i can go (m so i can go)
you create beef up in the streets, go lay in sheets and tell a ho (don’t do that)

- mgm lett

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