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letra de plata o plomo (remix) - nascent

[intro]
pour some drank for them times we was broke
pour some drank for them times we was broke
(pour some drank for them, ayy)

[chorus]
ayy, strapped up migo, you won’t see what i’m on
die by that sh-t, whether i’m right or i’m wrong
third call ot, ride with the glizzy
take all the paper, bounce, i keep it runnin’
migo crashed the gates with a couple of onions
rather die if i can’t count a hunnid
money talk, i can’t count it, its nothin’
i’m from ’round the way leavin’ with somethin’
pour some drank for them times we was broke
sixteen hunnid, that’s just for the coat
two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke
throw some racks in the air like you n-ggas sell dope
couple migos ’round me probably still sellin’ coke

[verse]
feelin’ good, took myself out to dinner
makin’ toasts for them broken and sinners
light some smoke for them, scammers and criminals
i get up, we ain’t sendin’ subliminals
i’m too turnt up, tell me what you want
the way that i’m livin’, can’t leave it alone
it’s never ’bout love, either do it or don’t
gimme your life, gave you louis vuitton
you paid a b-tch, i got paid from that b-tch
throw three’s in the air, spill drank on the fit
hit the curb with them twenty-four’s, scr-pe up the rim
got a drac’ on the floor and it’s aiming today
i big boy step, i ain’t playin’ with them
migo down, i can’t hang with them
you want to talk to me like you did somethin’ for me
but you ain’t rock the rain with them
everybody keep switchin’ up, i ain’t playin’ no games
pick a side and then stay with them
i turn a ho to a check
you wan’ act like a pimp then you can’t be ashamed of them
i let a b-tch choose up, it ain’t nothin’ to me
f-ck love if it ain’t no trust
you let them people get into yo’ head
and forgot that it should’ve been me before us
i dive in head-first, head-fake
came out the mud too fresh, you ain’t did it enough
s550, i slide through the city
say lean back the seat but i’m still sittin’ up
i’m outside, i got dope boy habits
rubber bands split them tens and them thousands
slidin’ through, chuck a deuce at the housing
n-ggas said they up but i doubt it
hit em up, you ain’t do nothin’ ’bout it
walk around with a dope boy knot
migo hustlin’ back with them, show what they got
you gon’ see what i’m on, show you what i’m not
if you knew what it took, you would probably stop
if you seen what i seen, you’d have spoke to the cops
migo down, say pour up the drop
put the lean in the air just to look at the wock
[chorus]
ayy, strapped up migo, you won’t see what i’m on
die by that sh-t, whether i’m right or i’m wrong
third call ot, ride with the glizzy
take all the paper, bounce, i keep it runnin’
migo crashed the gates with a couple of onions
rather die if i can’t count a hunnid
money talk, i can’t count it, its nothin’
i’m from ’round the way leavin’ with somethin’
pour some drank for them times we was broke
sixteen hunnid, that’s just for the coat
two thousand dollars for lean and the smoke
throw some racks in the air like you n-ggas sell dope
couple migos ’round me probably still sellin’ coke

- nascent

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