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letra de trap magazine - party sto

baby i’m a fool fool
young rich n-ggas we bool
that sh-t don’t be cool cool

when a n-gga lose

but i’m looking back, i cannot change that
i woke up and i put on new hat
n-gga wake up and flex the same patek
i was born to just hustle and pop tags
i keep them diamonds on me
f-ck that lil b-tch up in her dreams
sipping the lean sipping the lean
now i be feeling sleepy so feeling wavy
show the money her body gon react
it be karma that’s why you look that
i can’t help myself been about all that

we got whole mags
i been all my bag
i grew around body bags
i tell young n-ggas to go run a lap
it be the closest who stab in ya in the back
i gotta get rid of the stress, i know that
living my life got no time for regret
i want the money, i need all the checks
yeah that lil b-tch vip let her in
i’m bout to blow a couple hunnid bands
lie to yourself p-ssy boy instead
they need hero crank it up yeah
next thing you know wake up she in my bed

rocking valentino poppin champagne
d-mn that yo chick she f-cked the whole gang
d-mn that’s yo chick she f-cked the whole game
i can’t give this time to ya no way
i can’t give no heart baby let’s play
she said she like party he don’t like dates
rolling up a wood n-gga what you thank
i can’t feel a thang yeah i’m at the bank
pull up at the bank
all i smoke is loud we smoke h-lla dank
party sto baby you know it gon crank
i be on the scene doing what you thank
getting h-lla money b-tch i’m at the bank

- party sto

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