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letra de talk - mvko & mk haven

[verse 1: mvko]
foot on the pedal, got twelvе on my ass
liquor in my system, i’m driving too fast
chain sw-ng, lane change, got thе strap on my lap
i’m living to deep, i can never go back
bet i’ll never change
b-tch, i’m living in the better days
you will never find me, got a hideout in the everglades
got baddies half naked, choppin product with some razor blades
before i start the whip, i pour some whiskey in my lemonade
feds lookin’ for me, i can’t go home
speaking to the devil, now he wants me soul
he won’t get a deal ’cause i can’t be sold
i’m a high stakes bet, i never gon’ fold
i’ma keep drinking ’till i can’t wake up
only goin’ up, won’t accept a pay cut
always down for my brothers, i will never change up
staying ten toes b-tch, i will always stay buck, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: mk haven]
i was cruising down the drive with a blade to match the .9 (ahh)
smoking pack, i pass it to a b-tch who blows it in my eyes (in my eyes)
i’m not feeling sh-t
i don’t give a f-ck about your guys (yeah, yeah)
i’ve been leaving them read, ’cause i know they’re toting lies (f-ck ’em)
i keep swerving
all them f-cking headlights make me nervous (ah)
hurting, pop a perc to a give a n-gga courage (okay)
certain, b-tches try to f-ck me ’cause my earnings (yeah)
curving, all them ’cause i know that l-sts a burden (lil’ b-tch)
creepin down your block, i got act up in my blood (in my blood)
bleed to make it rust, i throw your chain up in the mud (yeah)
p-ssy n-gga ducking, caught him slipping standing up (aye)
my blade up, finna raid ya (okay, okay, ah)
think these b-tches want my pay stub
you can take them
i don’t really wanna new b-tch
gotta lace up (gotta lace up)
face a bottle, feeling too sick
count your days up
n-ggas flexin’ wiith these stories (aye, aye)
this sh-t is made up (f-ck n-gga, ah)

[chorus: mk haven]
got the black faded, with the all gold on my neck
insane, thinking i’ma run with the tec
new chain, making b-tches run when i flex
and they’ll never catch me sleeping, put ’em on ’cause i’m next
and i never talk, either silence or violence
catch a n-gga slipping if he question my knowledge
i never need a girl, i don’t even need a side b-tch
bottle to the face, knock ’em out, i don’t pop sh-t
got the black faded, with the all gold on my neck
insane, thinking i’ma run with the tec
new chain, making b-tches run when i flex
and they’ll never catch me sleeping, put ’em on ’cause i’m next
and i never talk, either silence or violence
catch a n-gga slipping if he question my knowledge
i never need a girl, i don’t even need a side b-tch
bottle to the face, knock ’em out, i don’t pop sh-t

- mvko mk haven

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