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letra de 21 grams - prada west

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[intro]
whadup, lewie?
yeah
ayo, p-ss me that soda
let’s get the pots to boiling
yeah

[chorus]
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, ai)
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, yeah)

[bridge]
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)

[verse]
21 grams upon my scale and i’m ready to trap
steady cash, i’m on the come up, it’s the feddy i stack (that’s right)
never slacking, it’s my p-ssion when i spit over beats (yap)
deliver with heat, my sh-t is sick, i grip ’em like fiends
so i work-work-work, always stuck on the grind (that’s right)
as i skrt-skrt-skrt leaving suckas behind (behind)
and i’ll never give up, no-no
you haters are live slow-mo, i put in that work, yeah-yeah
i’m rollin’ a blunt, i blow smoke
hey-hey, it’s nothin’ to me
i double my gees and hustle hard while puffin’ the trees
it’s all i need in this world of sin, i’m reachin’ my high
don’t misconstrue me like a metaphor

[chorus]
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, ai)
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, yeah)

[bridge]
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)

[verse 2]
out for the paper, there’s no mistake
i represent like a mayor
so test my fam and i’ma leave ’em in rain in blood like i’m slayer
holdin’ weight like i’m ronnie coleman injected in his prime
it’s to the face when i be smoking that is fat as a swine, hey
when i spit this crack they, get a twitching fiend eye
gotta grip these racks and, gotta twist this green
cause we smoke it on it’s potent
purple haze that we be blowin’
blunts of kush we steady burnin’
and i hit till i’m chokin’
they smell the piff on my clothes
and all you haters are confused
you act like b-tches and hoes (phonies)
so f-ck y’all
all of y’all, if you don’t like me, blow me
get up out my way when i’m grindin’ hard
trynna have ‘o to a whole key

[chorus]
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, ai)
said i got 21 grams of pure dope on the scale (ai, yeah)

[bridge]
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)
and i spit it so dope, they trip of this
did i just shirked up?
(and now they’ll never get enough)

- prada west

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