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letra de what you want - prophet

[intro]
yeah, agh x3
all hail trybe
(yadadamean)
yeah, agh x3
look
ay x2 what you want
x4
(if tre ain’t on it, then the beat don’t slap)

[chorus]
blowing up my phone like what you want
if it ain’t ’bout money what you want
out here doing my thang so tell me what you want
if you ain’t with the trybe what you want
x2

[verse 1]
all up in my business what you want
all they wanna know is what you got, what you on
always how much you own , never how much you’ve grown
only thing they think bout is how much they gon’ hold
(but they ain’t holding nothing)
only thing you they holding is holding me back
can’t let you do it , now i’m blowing ya’ back
we done came along way , finally palming these stacks
saint doing his thang, skitzo rolling a fat
just accustomed to the life i ain’t never letting go
i’m busy getting money, y’all busy getting broke
set my own, to get my own, cutty don’t get me wrong
man we had it let em know it’s on the valle jo
they wanna know how it feel, know how it feel to be real
know how it feel touch mills
they wanna how it feel, know how it feel to be trill
know how it feel to keep it mob still
that’s why they..

[chorus]

[verse 2]
second verse for the dudes with they females
steady trippen’ always asking for the details
like “where you at? tell me what you doing now
if you don’t text me back promise that you moving out”
you know they love being dramatic
all that bullsh-t, i ain’t tryna have it
back at it with them questions you be asking
you be sounding like the feds, no i can’t let it happen
got to deal with yo’ interrogations
plus ya friends be instigating, got you h-lla anxious
i control these hoes, neither do i trust em
man i’m always on my toes, all 10 of em
ain’t no different from these dudes, always scheming and plotting
we don’t vibe if you ain’t trybe so stop thinking about it
had my hand out in the past, all they did was bit it
might have lost a few heads, but its good riddance
don’t think you get a p-ss ’cause you f-ck with it
incoming calls “how you get my digits?”
(ay cutty, foreal foreal how you even get my digits? i’m still tryna figure that sh-t out)
they wanna how it feel, know how it feel to be trill
know how it feel to keep it mob still
that’s why they..

[chorus]

- prophet

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