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letra de ski - no one or no thing

verse-1:van g/a’
baby, welcome to the wild wild west
where we take anything while strapped with the tecs
i send cold n-ggas through the hot spots
cause i know they leaving slow n-ggas cooked like crock pots
we gone cool it out soon as that block get hot
like wayne said
i’m gon be filthy rich, or better off dead
cause its a give and go
just pick me up, i pick you roll
n-ggas want my head gone
but baby that’s just a toll
it’s my way or highways
so n-gga what you living for
losing lousy mouthy b-tches they can cut it out
hoe you finna go
what’s the mask for, i don’t even see no snow
say i know, but when it rains its pours
if you very scary, i take your dairy, cheese and dough
boy i got the recipe, finna run up in the baker’s store
looking for the come up
or a comeback, i need an even score
the world is my oyster
and i still steal your b-tches pearls
it’s my voice you hear, when gazing through that single barrel
of that tech, the same on that got me set
that same one that rips through the vest, and crawls through the chest
the same one that get your b-tch wet, when it kicks back
but don’t sweat her, cause my crew come at necks. in any weather
don’t get cold feet
n-ggas don’t know me
but if you got it, please show me
before i cause a slow leak
i shoot like bobby
horry
we get booked, we on the same page, same story

hook: rico dime$
and they say i’m gon die for my motherf-cking cream
it’s only 2 things that could possibly change
imma be dead or rich, who gives a f-ck
don’t care bout what you think
don’t give d-mn bout what you thought

verse-2: rico dime$
a diamond ring and a chain
20 grams of cocaine off the caper, ain’t a thang
i hit the base and zip line to the whip
i’m escaping and got your b-tch on my d-ck
cause she saw me do it
but i had the ski, so she don’t know who did it
so i slide to the block and bought the yankee fitted
b-tch i’m still on the block, i’m blessing all my n-ggas
give em’ rocks for they socks, went to cop some dishes
if the cops come we ditch it
b-tch we on the the block, and we dishing, serving, and pitching
they call me f-cking shotty pippen
i’m with dank sinatra rolling dank sinatra, if you get it
n-gga
and we gon die for this…

- no one or no thing

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