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letra de all white buffs - paid von

these n-ggas not like us
need at least a half a million tucked inside my trust, ayy
i said they not like us, ayy
been through so much sh-t i’ll never be the same

still new to getting paid what i look like going plain
a nappy-headed n-gga, i ain’t really in the waves
ain’t put the mic down since they put tre in the grave
you was supposed to hold it down and support me like a frame

but now you ain’t around, i ain’t picture you could change
life been getting hard, i don’t wanna stand the rain
a normal ass day, feel like walking through a maze
writing this sh-t down, the only way to ease the pain

i get high, then i rap, i told brody, pass the flame, ayy
k-4 let me see that lighter
i was texting other b-tches, had to tell baei don’t like ’em
get that same chest today, n-ggas know i’m still gon’ wife her

ask my pops about his son, i’ve been thuggin’ since a pamper
and it sticks all in this van, so they think we loaded diaper
na, a n-gga likes a rap, man, we used to hoop at, piper ayy
but we still shooting sh-t like some videos

my b-tch mean, i ain’t really into friendly hoes
everything if a n-gga asking what we on
same team, i ain’t looking for no different bros
these n-ggas not like us, i need at least a half a million
tucked inside my trust
on the way to out of town with some pounds in my truck
man, it’s finna be summer, need some all-white buffs
man, these n-ggas talking crazy, but i’m still untouched, ayy

man, i’m still unscathed, n-gga, play around with von
it’s like digging a grave, i got a glock 19
and it’s one in the brain
i’m a star, so i shine, ain’t no tuckin my chain

been through so much sh-t, but i still won’t change, n-gga
i said i still won’t switch, right now i’m working on my album
and i still ain’t missed, this gon’ be the hardest sh-t
till i come harder than this, i’m on some real boss sh-t

eating lobster and shrimp, tryna build a sp-ceship
and put stars in a whip, ayy
i just might open a roof, or grab the three-nine-two
with two doors, it’s a coupe

nht, the mafia, boy, this sh-t not a group
me and los, the top three, we the one and the two
all this love for the game, i left my heart in the booth
(i paid money for my gun, so you know i’m gon’ shoot)
these n-ggas not like us, i need at least a half a million
tucked inside my trust
on the way to out of town with some pounds in my truck
man, it’s finna be summer, need some all-white buffs
man, these n-ggas talking crazy

- paid von

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