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letra de don't - ozzy apollo

[intro]
yeah
i know we pr-ne to changin
doing this sh-t since we low on ramen
way back on watching that love on raymond
now i done seen all the lines at slangin
everybody changing
everybody leaving
everybody fiending for a spot
everybody decent
everybody creasing
everybody got me in a mood to neeson
everybody

[chorus]
don’t
wanna change me
no i do not want your help unless you came to pay me
don’t
wanna lay fees
unless you really bout that paper then we can arrange g
don’t
know i’m stubborn hoe
b-tches wanna know my p-sswords, no don’t push my b-ttons hoe
f-ck it tho
ima need to take that baggie pump it slow
on the slope
don’t don’t don’t

[verse]
stacking paper
i put my mood in an elevator
i used to beg to my mom for trainers
now she just beg to stop all the prayers
i’m making them come true
and i’m applying my funds too
i used to sit in my break room writing songs down
now my manager got her thong down
bomb how
i don’t know how to lose
b-tch i don’t pick and choose
i got a trick to use
fifty clues
b-tches in shades that ain’t nifty too
fifty two goons in my city blew ah
so much on rolls don’t know what out to ride
no face no case or the who and the why
f-cking the game and i’m pimping it light
bark on these hoes cuz the price isn’t right
now i got too many problems on top of the money
now i got too many snakes in my life that’ll laugh at my sh-t like it’s funny
like god what the f-ck you want from me

[bridge]
i don’t know if i got what i prayed for

put my dreams up in a benzes, lens is on climbing like friends is, ah
i got my sins through repenting, spending my sense on a thought that ain’t centric ah
i’m in a mood with an ethic, my fetish is making that guap in a second, ah
move out my move out my section ah
got different tones like i’m kendrick, ah
hottest in century
how does he sense or the feel up the bullsh-t you sending
hop in a bentley
how do they censor my thoughts, penitentiary
rent free
hop in my celly
i got too many beefs up for my deli
i got too many bars up in my celly
just check the connection, i’m talking my phone never failed me
yeah
i could never tell a lie
i could never tell a lie
you can put me through the trial
keep my word until i fry
keep my work effort on file
yeah
ask about me like the wi-fi
put a bounty until i die
treading on me that’s a fine line
led up on me like a five five
i used to work at a nine to five
never checked me when i checked in
i am my own boss now, nike b-tches where my check is
link is heavy where my neck is
young and living plus i’m reckless
ain’t no drama from my exes
and i’m eating these b-tches like breakfast ah!

- ozzy apollo

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