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letra de whole time - moneysign suede

[chorus: $uede]
they say they real but they fake, the whole time
she say she love you but she playing, the whole time
i just did a show i had my gun, the whole time
it sound crazy, i been like this, the whole time
[?] is lockin’ in, got a gold mind
if you ain’t really f-ckin’ with me n-gga, don’t lie
sorry i been busy i got no time
pulled up with a baddie she a ten, and she so fine

[verse 1: $uede]
she a baddie i ain’t f-ckin’ with no bum b-tch
boutta slide told my n-gga clean the gun clip
i’m ’bout to let it sing like a trumpet
i did it by myself, i ain’t never got a jump lift
just had a talk with my n-gga, n-ggas hatin’ on us
told my n-gga we ain’t stoppin’, they ain’t weighin’ on us
i do it for the city, for the park, for my people
don’t just slide on young [?], ’cause he evil
n-ggas tryna get me, tryna find me like i’m nemo
i’m still at the block, i ain’t hiding like you deebo
i don’t even care, i just want a plug for a desert eagle
i’ma go and slide and let it sing, like the the f-ckin’ beetles
they be lying they be gettin’ on my nerves
i’m going up n-ggas know it’s my turn
if a n-gga trippin’ like he a newboy, i’ma make him jerk
i’m geeked up i wasn’t even tryna do this verse
[chorus: $uede]
they say they real but they fake, the whole time
she say she love you but she playing, the whole time
i just did a show i had my gun, the whole time
it sound crazy, i been like this, the whole time
[?] is lockin’ in, got a gold mind
if you ain’t really f-ckin’ with me n-gga, don’t lie
sorry i been busy i got no time
pulled up with a baddie she a ten, and she so fine

[verse 2: daboii]
thought they was real, they was fake, the whole time
i can’t believe these n-ggas snakes the whole time
put a b-tch up in her place, this hoe mine
and bro shoot her from the three, he joe john
i put a bullet in his whip and watch him ghost ride
[?] my n-gga c, b-tch, real n-ggas don’t die
all i tote is choppas and ’em ah, and ’em four fives
pull up with the flash up on that b-tch but it ain’t show time
oh you ridin’ with that f-ck boy? b-tch y’all both dyin’
and i be with them fast money boys, we don’t slow grind
every time i get up in my feelings, i just pour lines
couldn’t walk a mile up in my shoes, if they was yo’ size
and n-ggas always talkin’ in they songs, but they don’t slide
b-tch wanna hand me twenty bands, oh you so kind
n-ggas show the cards they was dealt, i don’t show mine
they like d boii who the f-ck you fear? n-gga no one n-gga
[chorus: $uede]
they say they real but they fake, the whole time
she say she love you but she playing, the whole time
i just did a show i had my gun, the whole time
it sound crazy, i been like this, the whole time
[?] is lockin’ in, got a gold mind
if you ain’t really f-ckin’ with me n-gga, don’t lie
sorry i been busy i got no time
pulled up with a baddie she a ten, and she so fine

- moneysign suede

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