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letra de see wat i’m sayin - moneybagg yo

[intro]
tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up

[chorus]
see what i’m sayin’? (sayin’)
i’ma make ’em see what i’m sayin’
first they want smoke (who?), now they just playin’
n-gga real hoes (you), know what i’m sayin’? (that what i’m sayin’)
see what i’m sayin’? (sayin’)
i’ma make ’em see what i’m sayin’
tryna f-ck me soon as i land (uh)
turn her out, she rep’ my bread (go)
[verse 1]
four b-tches can fit in the phantom
i be with baby when i’m in atlanta
since i got money, they callin’ me handsome
i fell in love with this girl, she a dancer (uh, who?)
i think her name was brianna (ow)
i get mad at the ho, block her number
head was trash, so i had to dump her (dump her)
left her assed out likе madonna (go)
get it in by the load, break it down, sеll it whole
either way, i’m doin’ numbers (real sh-t)
twenty ms to the good, i need some more
tryna bust the clock for a hunna (ms)
smashin’ this nasty lil’ b-tch
i hit from the back, pullin’ her frontal
every day, i can give it, i’m really too humble
f-ck it, i’m shirt and top off for the summer (gave it)
i’ma make ’em see what i’m sayin’ (visual)
hoppin’ off the jet with them bands (typical)
load up the drac’, leave a man critical
glock with a switch in your hand, finish ’em
i know a b-tch got more money than her baby dad, n-gga just sad, pitiful
i know a clique that got more reppers than steppers
one gon’ shoot some (maybe), out of ten of ’em

[chorus]
see what i’m sayin’? (sayin’)
i’ma make ’em see what i’m sayin’
first they want smoke (who?), now they just playin’
n-gga real hoes (you), know what i’m sayin’? (that what i’m sayin’)
see what i’m sayin’? (sayin’)
i’ma make ’em see what i’m sayin’
tryna f-ck me soon as i land (uh)
turn her out, she rep’ my bread (go)
[verse 2]
what should i go get next? (hmm)
paint job wet on a new blue ‘vette?
cup full of purple, i f-ck with the set
count pink fifties on the all-black jet
orange h-llcat when i wanna stand out (yup)
red-black rolls when i wanna kick back
five rings on, never got a handout
snuck percs on the plane in a pack of tic-tacs (i skated)
one thing good ’bout dude, he gon’ give it, he in his bag too deep
put this sh-t together like chinese letters
sauce on the walk up, ooh-wee
know she get around, she think i’m green
talkin’ ’bout she fallin’ too deep
your time has expired, fourteen days
b-tch, your gang too weak (what?)
why they feel like they can play with you, bagg?
n-ggas want smoke ’til that fire on they ass (ah)
tell ’em pop out with they foot up they ass (please)
want some get back, i’m more mad than sad
talk your ass off (speak)
ain’t no n-gga done when they said when they facin’ me (never)
or see me and get little, run a four flat
takin’ off like they racin’ me (pyoom, gone)

- moneybagg yo

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