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letra de fuck you been (freestyle) - pnb rock

[intro]
cashmoneyap
yeah, yeah, (yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
oh yeah, huh (oh yeah)

[verse]
they like “pnb, where the f-ck you been?” (f-ck you been?)
we miss you in the streets, you been sufferin’ (sufferin’)
all these new n-ggas, yeah, they wack though (wack though)
sh-t, they passin’ off, ain’t rap though (huh)
too much swag, i got too much drip (drip)
b-tches on my line, i been hittin’ it (i been hittin’ it)
that sh-t favorite, i done slayed the b-tch (slayed the b-tch)
gеttin’ paper, b-tch, you want some head sh-t (bеnz)
ridin’ round the town, got a lot of bands (skr, skr)
see it in your eyes, you was not my mans (not my mans)
ever since i blew up, got a lot of fans (a lot of fans)
it’s crazy, i couldn’t even turn my eyes fast (eyes, b-tch)
nah, n-gga, you can’t hang new trees (never nah)
ridin’ round the city in a new coupe (new coupe)
workin’ with a$ap, i spend a dub now (dub now)
need a b-tch like india, you love now (wish it)
walk inside the building and i turn it up (skr, skr)
every time you see me in this b-tch, you know i burn it up (i burn it up)
i don’t give a f-ck about these n-ggas, i’m 100 up (yeah)
b-tch, i’m 200 up (yeah), b-tch, i’m 300 up (yeah), b-tch, i’m a million plus
i got all these bands in my motherf-ckin’ bank account (?)
i got all these racks, like i think it’s f-ckin’ banking now (?)
i ain’t never thought about this sh-t
but when i think about this sh-t, i’m really rich (i’m really rich)
man, this sh-t is big (this sh-t is big)
getting too old, i don’t think about my past (past)
gettin’ too rich, i don’t think about my future (future)
i don’t know what’s ahead of me, i don’t know where i’m goin’
don’t know what’s ahead of me, i don’t know where i’m goin’ (d-mn)
don’t know where i’m headin’ me, i don’t know where i’m flowin’ (uh)
workin’ on this b-tch and that b-tch, she from hawaii (hawaii)
and that lil’ b-tch, she love touchin’ on my body (my body)
on another note, i’m screamin’ free, my n-gga shawty (shawty)
on another note, i’m screamin’, rest in peace, [?] (?)
and then, think about it, i think about catchin’ a body (bri, bri)
rest in peace to x, n-gga, he did it the best (d-mn)
talkin’ all that sh-t, i put a bullet in your chest (yeah)
play my n-gga steph, i put a bullet in your neck (bri, bri)
n-ggas talkin’ crazy, they don’t want no f-ckin’ rack (uh)
i put a bullet in him, put it on my set (yeah)
he ain’t be the squad, yeah, we threw this to the death (duh)
dead, dead, n-ggas put a price up on your head, n-gga (yea)
head, n-gga, i ain’t scared, f-ck the feds, n-gga (huh)
feds, n-gga, i got too much bread, n-gga (b-tch)
i never see the feds, so i’m a f-ckin’ mama (mama)
runnin’ around with all these hunnids in the drama (bri)
ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh (oh, oh-oh)
d-mn

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