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letra de wat tha deal - paradigmoao

[intro]
(i’m not into you)
(huh, huh)
(life been moving too fast)
(life been moving too fast, okay, been moving too fast)
(sometimes i try my best)
(mmm, mmm)
(to get off these drugs, boy, i can’t relax)
(don’t tell me ’bout that sh-t, i don’t care)
(yeah, yeah)

[verse]
what’s the deal with this sh-t? just go platinum (yeah, yeah, hey)
what’s the deal with this sh-t? it go stupid (yeah, yeah, slime, slime)
what’s the deal with that sh-t? just go grab some (hey, hey, yeah)
what’s the deal with this sh-t? it go [?]
came in this sh-t with a bl!ck on my side, this sh-t is a magnum (uh, boom)
i f-cked this b-tch, but i don’t want a kid, so i use me a magnum (yeah, swerve)
how can you trust ’em for rеal? they always lyin’ (yeah)
“yeat, why you poppin’ thеse pills?” boy, i might die (ooh, ooh, no cap)
you don’t know how i feel, you ain’t seen what i did, you ain’t did what i did (bee)
it’s a reason that i’m in the spot, and you ain’t on nothin’, lil’ b-tch (nothin’)
yeah, i told my brothers, “just pass me the glock, i’ma come on like this” (phew-phew-phew)
i might just rock like this (yeah)
i might just stop like this (ha)
heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heart, might stop like this
he ain’t ever did no pills, ain’t did no drugs, he don’t know what it feel like this (not at all)
this is real life b-tches, this is real life debt (yeah)
this a real life problem, better get that bread, better figure that out (figure that out)
he ain’t never heard of sh-t like this, ’cause you ain’t ever heard my style
he ain’t ever heard a real og, ’cause this sh-t gon’ pack you out, yeah, yeah
i’m in new york in that spot (spot), i’m in l.a. with them rocks
i’m in l.a. with the percs, indeed (indeed), i don’t even know what i got (yeah)
i don’t even know what the f-ck that i did (i did), but this money on me, it won’t stop
i don’t even know that i’m [?], for real, but this b-tch givin’ me brain, she won’t stop (stop)
my twizzy, my gang, i might boot up for real, but my dawgs, they never gon’ talk (hey)
[verse 2]
i heard you like [?] with the cops
i heard that you wanna get robbed (hey)
i heard that you still with the job
i got so many d-mn kids in that music sh-t, guess that my sound so raw
i really put all of my pain in the music, for real, this sh-t too raw
know that they scared of the talent i got, ’cause the chains on me say, “wrong”
all of my real fans know that this sh-t too goated, this sh-t too strong
i wanna live on my own, i wanna get me a loan
my money know i ain’t wrong, i might been on wrong
i know that you scammin’ for real, but you gotta know that i’m grown
gettin’ the money for real, can’t trust in the bread on my own
trust me, i know how you feel, so tell mama i ain’t comin’ home

- paradigmoao

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