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letra de worth goin' fed fo - plies

[hook]
i got a name in these streets
plenty of money to blow
got whips, twenty-eights
and jewelry to show
ain’t a hoe i can’t f-ck i got hoes galore
(just don’t know if this sh-t worth goin fed fo)

i got a name in these streets
plenty of money to blow
got whips, twenty-eights
and jewelry to show
ain’t a hoe i can’t f-ck i got hoes galore
(just don’t know if this sh-t worth goin fed fo)

[verse 1]
soon as a n-gg- get knocked the streets call him dumb
when the sh-t hits the fan everybody run
i don’t know a n-gg- yet who did this sh-t and won
money mean nothin to you if you ain’t got a bond
the streets dead now cause everybody gettin hung
lawyers sittin back suckin all a n-gg-s funds
say it ain’t cool when the rabbit got the gun
the sh-t a game to these crackas and they havin fun
n-gg- you thought wouldn’t tell them be the first one
it don’t take nothin but one f-ck up and a n-gg- done
visitation room that ain’t how i wanna see my son
but i don’t think about none of this sh-t when i’m stuntin

[hook]

[verse 2]
i don’t know if twenty-five years worth two years of ballin
that’s a big pill to take and i ain’t tryin to swallow it
f-ck around and get jammed all this sh-t fallin
take the streets from a n-gg- then a n-gg- starvin
tried to let it go, then money kept callin
streets been good to me got a n-gg- flossin
same sh-t a n-gg- love be the sh-t that cost him
money make n-gg-s hate, turn n-gg-s salty
go to prison now, gone take me from my shorty
bout time i get out he gone be off in college
game f-cked up now cause all these n-gg-s talkin
i’m a street n-gg- i ain’t got too many options

[hook]

[verse 3]
n-gg- always told me to get in this sh-t and get out
but he ain’t tell me about all the laws and all the drama
you back to square one after a n-gg- break in yo house
it’s hard to come up sh-t when you gotta keep burnin out
it’s cars, jewlery, and hoes what’s it’s all about
i don’t know it lil’ daddy i just want a nice amount
just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
you broke and f-ckin wit these hoes they gone ask you to bounce
and n-gg-s buyin sh-t now they can’t even pr-nounce
done f-cked up so much money, sh-t can’t even count
hope i don’t wake up one mornin wit them crackas in my house
wit guns drawed on me wit enditement papers out

[hook]

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