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letra de f hip-hop - no savage

[intro]
(fony wallace)
(hey terk, sparkheem)

[chorus]
yeah, i’m f-cked up but i’m balling
whole million dollars, want a rap check, was my calling
whole 25 years with no flaw
i just made twenty thousand on a sunday
everybody laughed at me gon’ fall
i ain’t gotta pick, i’m talking ’bout ’em all
i know how to say it, n-gga, f-ck y’all!
at the round table, n-gga, we the mob
coupe n-ggas dead, couple got charged
n-ggas still dissing ’cause he got barred
n-gga, i’ma laugh, what about y’all?
joking while i’m whipping, we in south park
when you p-ssy n-ggas went and found heart?
i’ma keep spinning till the count stop
empty out a stick till the clip drop

[verse]
act like they ain’t heard about us
we be k!lling n-ggas, f-ck hip-hop
i be out the way until some sh-t pop
talking out his neck gon’ get his lips popped
yeah, if i ever get on your ass, you know you ain’t good
you better go ask, if i’m on your ass, just know i’ma come in your hood
baby ain’t that bad but i’m misunderstood
b-tch, keep your emotions and play like a champion
they try to run down, got caught in that slant
n-ggas catch one back then, said they got a hat
new clip in the arp, sh-t fat
fat sh-t in my rifle, look like it’s a vec
had to come through striking to get my respect
how you gon’ get a life and then live with regret?
p-ssy, f-ck this sh-t
just spent two thousand on a baccarat out in new york
man, i ain’t even f-ck this b-tch
n-gga, thirty minutes later, we was right back at the airport
i was putting out all of her sh-t
baby, you ain’t never gotta worry ’bout what the f-ck i’m doing
i ain’t never gon’ call that b-tch
if i sit here and think about all that love that i showed her
she still out eating that d-ck
[chorus]
yeah, i’m f-cked up but i’m balling
whole million dollars, want a rap check, was my calling
whole 25 years with no flaw
i just made twenty thousand on a sunday
everybody laughed at me gon’ fall
i ain’t gotta pick, i’m talking ’bout ’em all
i know how to say it, n-gga, f-ck y’all!
at the round table, n-gga, we the mob
coupe n-ggas dead, couple got charged
n-ggas still dissing ’cause he got barred
n-gga, i’ma laugh, what about y’all?
joking while i’m whipping, we in south park
when you p-ssy n-ggas went and found heart?
i’ma keep spinning till the count stop
empty out a stick till the clip drop

- no savage

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