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letra de project 37 - myles

[intro]

yeah
uh

[verse]

rockin’ that supreme and bape
got all these b-tches on me, i put my hands all on you
she was just, askin’ to stay
hoe bye, no way
i was just drippin’ in juice, oops, girl, i just mean the sauce baby
come f-ck with a boss, they take a loss
that is a come up for us
i got the green man, wizard of oz
don’t ask the cost, you just rock lacoste
i just choose the head or tail like it’s a coin toss
i collect bread as well, b-tch i’m my own boss
stay in the same lane, i cannot play the same game
stay with the same gang, who was just hanging with me from the beginning
before the winning, we was never quittin’ no we-
always destined to get it, before the lights and the glam
young man, came packed with a tool, spittin’ and rippin’, just try and grip it
hot as the flame, ballin like dame, hoopin’ just shootin’ from range
like i’m curry, early birdy some just tuck a 30
got a girly, and the body curvy
runnin’ the game if my name was todd gurley
pockets fat, and you can say that they burly
all of these chicks that i’m gettin’ are h-lla flirty, while all of these checks that i’m gettin’ are h-lla worthy
watch all you haters just come at my neck, i’ll f-ck your b-tch and she’ll tell you the rest, please don’t hate me when she says i’m the best
yeah, aqua just drip off my neck
diamonds dance on the patek, beast they feen me to wreck
lyrics, you hot like a tec
hoe, stay makin’ em wet
wanna upgrade, camry to lamb g, ain’t got no plan b, this is the only way
she dresses all fancy, then she got up and proceeded to dance for me
carry that pack on me, just start to stack my cheese, i’m going stupid b-tch numb in the brain
f-ckin’ these b-tches they all feel the same
uh, i put this sh-t up on game, you’re just a typical lame
constantly playin’ them games, i turn this fame into rings
ma you know where i stay, flight stretch out to the bay
i just don’t care what they say
talkin’ that sh-t and 6 feet under is where he gon’ lay
feelings get fl!cked, right into that ash tray
been a bad day
feelin’ that way
hopin’ i could just be happy
live a quiet life with my homies, who all know me, we’ve been laughing as we count this cake
got a rolodex of hoes, count em by the bakers dozen
watch her booty shake
wow thats somethin
we be hustlin’, but the youngin’ so disgustin
tryna say that i been all across the place, travelin’ state to state
pushin’ all this weight off of my shoulders
heavy as a boulder, as high as ayatollah
line ringin’ like motorola, we don’t sip on dirty soda
move from la to arizona, quarterbacking this thing like kurt warner, all i really wanna do is live this life so comfortable

- myles

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