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letra de attention - pnb rock

[hook: pnb rock]
soon as i pull up
yeah, my wrist want attention
got your b-tch in my section
i can feel all the tension
by the way did i mention
i’m with all of my henchman
and you know, they on gold, yeah woah
soon as i pull up
and my wrist on froze
and your b-tch, she chose
i’m with all of my bros
and we gon’ keep on flexin’
and we gon’ keep on flexin’
balling hard no question, yeah
soon as i pull up

[verse 1: pnb rock]
steady chasing the money, it took me to better places
black diamonds with the white diamonds
yeah, we call that sh-t segregation
vvs’s yeah, they always shining
got ’em sick, you can peep they faces
mighta said i ain’t f-cking with him
but you can never say, i ever hated
all this gas got me elevated
they ain’t think that i will ever make it
your b-tch she gave me good brain
you can tell she was educated
i beat the p-ssy, i never ate it
she can never say we ever dated
she can never be my main
’cause i’m in too love with the big faces

[bridge: pnb rock]
while you be holding hands with your b-tch
i been in the car, popping xans with your b-tch
me and all my man’s hit your b-tch
i’m bout to get some head in my whip, yeah

[verse 2: wiz khalifa]
open my door, see all that smoke
i want your hoe
n0body know, i been on the low
made me a million, the game got a dealing
i’m concerned about you, ’cause all you my children
i’m rollin’ and sippin’ (i’m rollin’ and sippin’)
go smoke ’til the ceiling (go smoke ’til the ceiling)
she ain’t tryna f-ck, get right in the truck
and move on to some’ different
i’m always getting paid, doing new day today’s so you see how i’m living
i hop in my ride two l!cks to the side and now that b-tch tippin’
whole lotta bombay, whole lotta hennessy
whole lotta n-ggas ’round to hold down my enemies
whole lotta weed getting rolled in a paper plane
whole lotta b-tches scream my name

[bridge]
b-tches be waiting on me
’cause all of these diamonds be skating on me
i take his b-tch and i know, that he sad
he can’t do sh-t but keep hating on me
’cause he know, the gang is with me
and he know, they ain’t playing me
and he know, that they’re sprayin’ for me

- pnb rock

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