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letra de ese face freestyle - playerrways

[intro]
i’m off the wock’, i’m movin’ slow, up in my head, i’m goin’ fast
i’m hittin’ saks, i’ll mud walk and still’ll run out with some bags
or johnnies right behind me, beamer tinted with an ese face
aight, dead homies, what he say? look

[verse]
i’m off the wock’, i’m movin’ slow, up in my head, i’m goin’ fast
i’m hittin’ saks, i’ll mud walk and still’ll run out with some bags
or johnnies right behind me, beamer tinted with an ese face
like not today, i’m hittin’ gates like bill gates just for the cake
i’m out the way, i’m mia, can’t let the johnnies know a thing
been bustin’ plays, crackin’ safes and bookin’ n-ggas for some chains
i need some cake, been rainy days, i made a play and madе a way
them rings and things, in love with hittin’ gates to bust that bathing apе
i’m seeing mama cry from all them sins i did, it made me listen
chase your chicken, when you on that road, watch and pay attention
johnnies on you, opps on you, can’t be lackin’, sent to a casket
pistol packin’, keep static up in the field like it’s madden
been gettin’ chili, gettin’ tricky, jiggy with that baby semi
sticky icky gas packs up in the gucci and i got billy
sl!ck ricky, boosting, gettin’ jiggy, caught me, culver city
still gettin’ chili, hit mei ling and strip a ch-nk for chili
keep a thing and watch them snakes, always share that piece of steak
and crack a safe, bust for eight and get away when bustin’ plays
somethin’ like i’m eight when johnnies took my pops and sent him far away
this who i am, can’t judge me for the way i’m made, i needed cake
i’ll get rich, still pull a skit and f-ck a b-tch, don’t love a b-tch
and stack my chip, crash whips and flip the chip just for a stick
them gucci kicks at saks fifth, i’ll blow some chip on more kicks
not will smith, don’t wife a b-tch, on fig street i’ll break a b-tch
still eatin’ meals at wendys with some fendi, this just new benjis
mix the gucci with some louis and my keychain say givenchy
know some n-ggas hate me so i keep that semi, silly billy
for some chili, out that city, think they on me in my city
been on the e-way, hittin’ south gate thirsty for that piece of cake
got rich tatted on my face ’cause playerr rich off mai mai
ling ling bookin’ ch-nks to bust me some new rings and things
fendi things and valentino things with some white mcqueens
this ain’t what you want, got chops and glocks, i’m strapped like the navy
codeine crazy, pint of wock’ and lemonade, i’m feelin’ lazy
lucky cat and buddha tatted, pray to them i crack that stove
designer clothes, i’m full of gold, f-ck 9-to-5s, i love that road
“oh, playerr gettin’ money now?” got fendi on, i’m funny now
good thou wows, been busted at fourteen, i been ballin’, clown
got bape fits and bape kicks and busted for eighteen, hit saks fifth
with no assist just fallin’
i did it big and made my chip
tryna make a way, i’m bustin’ safes, i still ain’t got fame
i’m gettin’ cake, sn-tchin’ chains and takin’ n-ggas rings and things
the homies squabble up, it ain’t no 1v1, we parked him up
my sister keeper, she ain’t wrong for nothin’, i’m finna gas you up
glocky and my awful lot of cough syrups, not h&ms
them fendi things and maison margielas match my mcm
gucci kicks got scuffs ’cause i hit mei ling and hopped a fence
just for some rent, grabbed the stove and gold and really made my check
[outro]
dead homies

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