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letra de like why - nizzy løk & graffik

[intro: nizzy løk]
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
lil’ b-tch, you bad
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you, uh-huh
lil’ b-tch, you bad
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad

[chorus: nizzy løk]
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
i’m tryna get to the racks, i’m just tryna get this bag
why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
i’m finna pull in a nissan, b-tch, this ain’t no ‘cat
n-ggas, they steady hatin’, call them boys my sons
yeah, you don’t think i’ma make it, yeah, lil’ boy, you dumb
i know why they mad, i guess ’cause niz the one
a n-gga done stabbed my back, that’s why i gotta keep my gun

[verse 1: nizzy løk]
i got stabbed right in my back, that’s why i gotta keep my pistol
know a n-gga that had his pipe and he ain’t blow that whistle
but a n-gga, he try to run down, i sneeze, he need that tissue
if you talkin’ down on lo, i’ll have lil’ bro dismiss you
have lil’ cuzzy dirt him
i’m tryna hop out that srt and we gon’ white t-shirt him
i cannot f-ck with these lil’ n-ggas, yeah, that boy a gerber
i’ma tryna make it out to that place where you ain’t ever heard of
[verse 2: graffik]
she ain’t used to wanna f-ck, but now she wanna run it back, yeah
run it back, yeah, run it back, yeah
i stay in the field like a running back
i’ll give you some bills if you keep this sh-t intact, yeah
real cash
i just popped a pill, man, i think that sh-t gon’ take me off the map, yeah
god d-mn, i’m so up right now, check the stats, yeah
i’m the one they ask for, body any track, yeah

[bridge: graffik]
what the f-ck you mean that i gotta put my double cup while i’m driving?
pull up to the scene, man, them shots start flyin’, yeah, them shots start flyin’
runnin’ from police every time we hear the sirens, every time we hear the sirens
if your b-tch real bad, she mine, i get high tryna ease my mind

[outro: nizzy løk]
no, it ain’t sh-t to chill ’cause, yeah, lil’ b-tch, you bad
i’m tryna get to the racks, i’m just tryna get this bag
why you tryna give me that face like, bae, like why you sad?
i’m finna pull in a nissan, b-tch, this ain’t no ‘cat

- nizzy lok graffik

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