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letra de never leave - nafe smallz

[intro: nafe smallz]
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nafe smallz
go

[chorus: nafe smallz]
i will never leave (no, no)
i used to have no money in my jeans (no money)
i was out here hungry in the streets (was hungry)
i, thinking “what the h-ll i’m gonna eat?” (what the h-ll?)
i lost a couple n-gg-s to the streets (rest in peace)
i never had to money for no peace (nah)
i had to hit the trap, i never sleep (i’m trappin’, i’m trappin’)
’bout to buy a hundred submachines for these n-gg-s (go, go, go)

[verse 1: nafe smallz]
i hop out the ride with the burner and shoot up your n-gg-s if that’s what you want (baow)
told that b-tch “roll up my swisher and pour out some liquor if that’s what you want” (lets go)
i came in the game with my n-gg-s, the same old n-gg-s that were putting me on (that’s right)
never leave my day one, nah, you can tell where a n-gg- came from
f-ck with the kid (woo)
i fill the tank up with water, you sleep with the fish (you sleepin’)
i wake up at six
i’m back in the trap with the kilo, won’t settle for less (nah)
my n-gg-s finesse (brrt)
shut down your city my n-gg-, we’re causing a mess (woo)
and b-tch, you were dissing us back in 010, now the love that they give us ridiculous (that’s right)
how could this shit sound repetitive? (i don’t know)
all of my flows are immaculate
mum used to tell me “go school lil’ n-gg-“, i was like “they ain’t give me no benefit” (nah)
trapping out the bando
young n-gg- fly, i don’t need no [?] (that’s right)
came with the team, some young rich n-gg-s
these n-gg-s just still ain’t getting it

[verse 2: young kye]
yeah
you said “it ain’t g-r-i-m-e” (grime)
[?] f-ck [?] matthew [?]
used to have a whole key, still got a semi
one trap p-ss, no beg, no telly
no phone, no settee, no food
just me with the biggest mac
surprise, bullet, cilla black
get it, check it, middle that (woo)
and if it ain’t right, better bring it back
[?] raps are printed (yeah)
on the trap, then it’s back to business (yeah)
i celebrate with champagne and b-tches (woo)
i k!ll this and they came to witness
throw on one before the [?]
ten mixtapes behind but i am way better
never been jail (nah), manna buss case
more champagne (yeah), f-ck how it taste
f-ck old friends but i still got pain for my n-gg-s in the can (can)
inshallah, i’ma do what i can (can)
if i can, if i can’t don’t take it to heart
you were part of the plan (yes)
rep t-gang, f-ck feds, i’ma og
like blackz, p money and little d
’cause i shift, hold down and push keys
and get capital, no little p’s (go, go, go)

[chorus: nafe smallz]
’cause i will never leave (no, no)
i used to have no money in my jeans (no money)
i was out here hungry in the streets (was hungry)
i, thinking “what the h-ll i’m gonna eat?” (what the h-ll?)
i lost a couple n-gg-s to the streets (rest in peace)
i never had to money for no peace (nah)
i had to hit the trap, i never sleep (i’m trappin’, i’m trappin’)
’bout to buy a hundred submachines for these n-gg-s (go, go, go)

[outro]
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- nafe smallz

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