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letra de you can find me - prada west

[intro]
yeah, we gettin’ high
roll smokin’ with me
yeah

[chorus]
you can find me on the block, i’m spittin’ heat
and no way i’ll ever stop, i’m grippin’ gees (grippin’ these gees)
you can find me blowin’ clouds of kush i smoke (gettin’ high)
always rollin’ out a pound, i push the draw
you can find me on the block (on the block)
hey..
you can find me on the block (on the block)
hey..
you can find me on the block, i’m spittin’ heat (spittin’ this heat)
you can find me on the block (always on the block)
hey..
you can find me on the block

[verse]
i’m on the block, spittin’ game, collar shots, i fit the frame, straight g, spittin’ bars so hot, i’m sure to numb your brain like i was flippin’ cain
no shame, these suckers hate ’cause their hustle slow (slow)
don’t f-ck with me ’cause i’m touchin’ dough, you punks p-ss the buck like it’s hot potatoe while i put it down, while i’m puffin’ draw
(puffin’ draw)
i’m puffin’ the draw, smokin’ that kil while i’m jugglin’ flows, i murder these beats, so believe me i’m boss
and no way i will quit, i’m a hustla, bro, so f-ckin’ with me.. it’s f-ckin’ with fate
no trust in the g, you suckas are fake, i’m runnin’ the market, i’m makin’ the market
no way you can stop me, i’m stuck in this game (stuck in this game)
so listen close, i’m dope spittin’ flows that these haters jark, every move i make it’s sharp shiftin’ weights like it’s jenga, son.. when i play the block
you can see me freely, blow on trees, we speak our mind, they know our cds
leave me be or believe you me, you’ll catch a fist or feet, i’m g, see

[verse 2]
this life’s a hustle, struggles call me.. yeah, keep it cool, but still troubles callin’
i’d rather storm until i reach the doors, and now i found the light and now devil dollish
d-mn straight i’m dope, they watch me shine, put in work, they can’t stop my grind
i’m climbin’ quick, i won’t quit for nothin’.. still spittin’ bars, i love rockin’ rhymes (i love rockin’ rhymes)
i made it myself, boy.. but you haters did help
no favors, i’m earnin’ a livin’ in hell, so i’m stackin’ my loot, never takin’ it out, so spark the trees, i burn the ‘piff
spit bars of g, who’s earnin’ grip?
never givin’ a f-ck of mah makin’, remember my name when they see me and learn that i’m sick (learn that i’m sick)
no stoppin’, see.. i made the call to start grippin’ gees
‘ya all shit is weak and i’m spittin’ heat (that’s right)
so quick to cut like i’m flippin’ keys
no shame, i’m hot (no shame, i’m hot)
still rock but the pain won’t stop (won’t stop)
clock loot in the rush, give a f-ck who hates
get enough, hit ’em up and you know you can’t claim my spot

- prada west

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