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letra de young sarah breedlove - nayim edwards

i jumped off the porch
i believe i can fly
i’m on i-95 running down the turnpike
i do my dirt all by my lonely
and i go in disguise
ain’t got no ties to these n-ggas
i don’t know none these guys

you know the hoes wanna hit me
so they hitting my line
get left on read
i don’t care b-tch
neglect is benign
you think you n-ggas fly
my wheels up in the sky
you think your b-tches bad
mine the worse of all times

she say i give her life
and she been dying for me
she cannot help but stare
bеcause all eyes is on mе
you looking for the truth
you know she lying with me
you looking for ya boo
you know i’m ghosting her g
i’m afghan dope
y’all barely handling weed, ha
i’m crack rock, heroin
amphetamine, ha
i’m ice ice baby
running all on this speed, ha
i’m needles in the arm
b-tch i sew up the scene, ya

n-a-y-i-m
e-d-w-a-r-d- dollar sign n-gga
n a – y i – m e – d, aye aye aye

(yo, this might be my calling for real)

she want my birth chart
i ain’t compatible with broke hoes
you wanna f-ck me
i gotta fly you in from soho
you wanna f-ck me
if it ain’t no call, it ain’t no show
you wanna f-ck me
you get chipotle or qdoba
you f-ckin wit me?
then break the group up b-tch
go solo
you wanna catch me
i throw the pass like tony romo
now it’s back to my business b-tch
back to my chips and dip
back to my spinach and my chicken
popeyes with the drip
i’m back to my benefits
clocking in like 808
young b-tches wanna cling on me
like a decoration

i swear to god that i’m
holy to these b-tches
cuz after i make em feel
i’m ghosting on these b-tches
write em off on my taxes
have a toast for these b-tches
and you know i need a book
so you know i need a million
like young sarah breedlove
i ain’t wearing gucci b-tch
but i’m still stacking g’s on me

on jesus, believe this
tell em introduce me as the
n-a-y-i-m
e-d-w-a-r-d- dollar sign
blammer time
n-ggas getting too big for they britches
b-tch, it’s hammer time
studio living with my b-tch
we just be rocking out
put the squeeze on em every verse
but they ain’t poppin out
argue with a n-gga? never
who? not me!
only debating my equals
everyone else dropping out
take em back to school
give a f-ck what b-tches talking bout
got no time for that
take direction
here’s another route
no room in this picture
scale it down & then i crop em out
f-ck being in her inbox
i’m beating b-tches box out
the f-ck…

- nayim edwards

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