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letra de c.r.e.a.m (pound cake remix - octoberxxxi

[intro]
look
i’m that n-gga, and i already know it
can’t n0body tell me otherwise
can’t n0body tell me to stop now
and i’ma just stop
f-ck what these n-ggas think
i’m keeping on doing what i gotta do
b-tch, i do this sh-t for me and my family, n-gga
let’s go

cash
rules
everything around me

[verse 1]
i hit the water like a jet ski
higher than the jets be
n-gga’s wanna test me
thinking that i’m fresh meat
pull up. i’m the best me
that i’ve ever been
n-gga’s hating on me but the haters never win
all the people f-cking with me now gon’ be there in the end
before the really want me like they really want a benz
i’m getting all love from my family and my friends
i just wanna get it
live the way i wanna live
picturing pretty pictures
laughing and sipping liquor
she like the way that i l!ck her
she shake her -ss like a stripper
i hustle with all my hitters
yeah
i’m so excited for the future
i ain’t scared of it
i got the juice
i just hope that you’re aware of it
my off-whites got the fit lookin’ vicious
hating b-tches really look like meg griffin
it’s apprarent to these b-tches
what i’m dipped in
dont get sh-t twisted
f-ck around and end up in my next song
drop a track like every week
i’m tryina bless y’all
sh-t, i’m bout to lift off
stunting when i spit dog
b-tches on my d-ck dog
got me on my on my sh-t dog

[hook]

[verse 2]
oh, ok
now you with it?
i bet you started to focus
and now can see the vision
i think it’s funny;
you n-ggas know i’m the one to get it
feeling bad for you n-ggas isn’t part of the mission
you either with it or not, but i’ma keep on spittin
a spitting image of god is how i look at me
i’m posted up on my block
i got ya b-tch on my jock
she all up in my inbox
but i’ma let that sh-t rot
i get the money to rock
they say i talk like i walk
my n-ggas ready box
my n-ggas ready with glocks
that’s how we do it now
i got the louis now
she got the new chanel
a broke teen, but now everything designer b-tch
this 38 will turn your chest into a v-g-n- b-tch
i’m feeling good
on my hustle, sh-t, i’m tryina get rich
and save the people that need saving and were there for me
they know i’m feeling like

[hook]

[verse 3]
the real women in my life say they pray for me
hope all i see is cake, like i’m in bakery
the system broken this sh-t still look like slavery
and f-ck a minimum wage
that’s sh-t just ain’t for me
and when i close my eyes
these haters hope i die
yeah, i know they type
my friends hope i rise
and that sh-t matters more
don’t be mad you were never good at rap or sports
it ain’t for everybody
i’d body anybody
i’m the ice man, baby, like chuck liddell
i got my 350’s on
and i look fresh as h-ll
this is for me, baby
i’m just tryina live well!
i’m just tryina get us up
and put us in a better spot
i see us sipping on some margaritas, taking shots
and relaxing by the pool, enjoying the afternoon..
i’m cooking up some tunes
you know this sh-t gon be hot
you know i got that home made
trapping out the phone, but n-ggas say they f-cking with me cause they feel my soul
this that 1993 sh-t
b-tches on they knees quick
telling me she need d-ck
telling me she need this
look
cash rules everything around me

- octoberxxxi

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