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letra de gun at my waist - nick xl

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[chorus]
sun in my face, skin got burnt like a gun at my waist
pardon my taste, carts of money gettin’ dumped at my place
clink drinks with the jakes, got a bad honey with a f-ckable face
i walk up in chase, open that safe, then sunk the whole bank

[verse]
two piece suit on my torso
i don’t pay dues, me too gettin’ foreclosed
you’re charleston chewed, get the door closed
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no young dudes wearin’ store clothes
break bread with the devil, he’s a close friend
three sevens on my benz and my forehead
i’ma pull up to the chapel in a drop top
with a bad b-tch with a cross and a crop top
i be swervin’ to the bank, gettin’ slop top
anybody f-ck with my estate, it’s a mop-mop
i could get away with […] ain’t a lot-lot
’cause i got the same free reign that the cops got
sh-t, i’m like the brand new jesus
i could tell ’em they got eight limbs, they’d believe it
i could tell ’em everything i preach is a lie
and i’d still be the guy that they flock to weepin’
yeah, gun at my waist
sixty-six mags, still nothin’ get traced
that bucket get raised
i don’t get paid you don’t f-ckin’ get saved (you’re welcome, jesus)
[chorus]
sun in my face, skin got burnt like a gun at my waist
pardon my taste, carts of money gettin’ dumped at my place
clink drinks with the jakes, got a bad honey with a f-ckable face
i walk up in chase, open that safe, then sunk the whole bank

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