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letra de g-code - quail p

[intro]
yeah
rollin’ (d-mn, synthetic, you plugged in)
(k!ll that beat, cam)
(ask trap, you k!llin’ them), uh

[chorus]
i need the bag, cash, repeat
talk about money, ain’t comin’ for free
i lost some people, it’s hurtin’ me deep
how could this ever come happen to me?
i keep the piece, they callin’ me reese
free all my n-ggas, can they get released?
can’t catch a case, but i’m in my brief
he’d rather hate, but that ain’t the g code
tryna get paid, saw my name, didn’t book me
if she in my face, she tooken
i’ll beat it down ’cause i ain’t no rookie
don’t know what else i should say at all
chasin’ them racks for sure
watch how the pack get gone
i ain’t never tax my bros

[verse 1]
pain, rain, and doubt
through all the pain, i made it out
none of the fame could change me now
couldn’t take my chain, i can’t allow
r.i.p. pops, i know you proud
thinkin’ ’bout you be havin’ me down
i ain’t been the same since i had a child
if it wasn’t for her, then i’d be wildin’
uh, yeah, i cannot cuff, but i love you and me
it’s somethin’ ’bout us, ’cause i don’t love usually
i come from the streets, don’t know what i’m on
feel a lil’ geeked, been smokin’ on strong
my n-ggas ain’t with me, i’m holdin’ my own
i play a b-tch just like madden
this ain’t no effort, you think that i’m braggin’
i’m only trustin’ your actions
you say you connected, you look like you lackin’
i fell in love with the bag
but i still like you, don’t do me like that
i get it gone in a flash
if she f-ck with me wrong, she get thrown in the trash
[chorus]
i need the bag, cash, repeat
talk about money, ain’t comin’ for free
i lost some people, it’s hurtin’ me deep
how could this ever come happen to me?
i keep the piece, they callin’ me reese
free all my n-ggas, can they get released?
can’t catch a case, but i’m in my brief
he’d rather hate, but that ain’t the g code
tryna get paid, saw my name, didn’t book me
if she in my face, she tooken
i’ll beat it down ’cause i ain’t no rookie
don’t know what else i should say at all
chasin’ them racks for sure
watch how the pack get gone
i ain’t never tax my bros

[verse 2]
havin’ these hoes
they will make you go broke, that wouldn’t happen to me
i get booked for a show
i get out of my mode for my n-ggas deceased
dropped out of school ’cause it wasn’t for me
had to make a move, tryna stuff my jeans
different hoes, but the same routine
all you hoes got the same lil’ dream
but i cannot cuff, but i love you and me
it’s somethin’ ’bout us, ’cause i don’t love usually
i came from the streets, don’t know what i’m on
feel a lil’ geeked, been smokin’ on strong
my n-ggas ain’t with me, i’m holdin’ my own
i promise that i would’ve made you mine
i know that that sh-t wouldn’t save me
got a shawty that think she can change my life
she’s talkin’ ’bout havin’ my baby
hope that she there when i make it
gotta pray, tryna watch out for satan
all this sh-t i remember, erase it
i’m in love with the money, i’m taken, that’s my lil’ baby
[chorus]
i need the bag, cash, repeat
talk about money, ain’t comin’ for free
i lost some people, it’s hurtin’ me deep
how could this ever come happen to me?
i keep the piece, they callin’ me reese
free all my n-ggas, can they get released?
can’t catch a case, but i’m in my brief
he’d rather hate, but that ain’t the g code
tryna get paid, saw my name, didn’t book me
if she in my face, she tooken
i’ll beat it down ’cause i ain’t no rookie
don’t know what else i should say at all
chasin’ them racks for sure
watch how the pack get gone
i ain’t never tax my bros

- quail p

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