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letra de bad intentions (remix) - ralo

[intro: ralo & trouble]
zaytoven
yeah
skoob
famgoon
yeah

[verse 1: ralo]
once a n-gg- turn me up, it ain’t no turnin’ down
i don’t really f-ck with bro so he can’t come around (no)
you can’t come into my spot if you can’t buy a pound (nope)
every time i take a loss, a b-tch get body found (yeah)
ask around, we ready to murder it up in this town (yeah)
i ain’t need to graduate, them n-gg-s cap and gown (them n-gg-s cap, yah)
go get that bag (why?)
go get that bag and do what you wanna (yeah)
never look back (no)
never look back, not even a moment (nah)
got my n-gg-s on the right street (yeah)
name another n-gg- like me (who?)
every time i walk into the show (what?)
all them b-tches tryna bite me (yeah)
money make a n-gg- look good (yeah)
you can’t pay a b-tch to call me ugly (no)
only talk about real sh-t (yeah)
you can’t say a n-gg- switched subjects

[chorus: ralo]
i can’t post no pictures, i’m focused on many issues (yeah)
i can’t f-ck wit’ n-gg-s ’cause n-gg-s is not official (yeah)
if i f-ck wit’ b-tches, i f-ck wit’ ’em from a distance (yeah)
i can’t trust a person ’cause people got bad intentions (yeah)
i can’t post no pictures, i’m focused on many issues (yeah)
i can’t f-ck wit’ n-gg-s ’cause n-gg-s is not official (yeah)
if i f-ck wit’ b-tches, i f-ck wit’ ’em from a distance (yeah)
i can’t trust a person ’cause people got bad intentions (yeah)

[verse 2: kevin gates]
mixin’ up the eighth, developed table habits
makin’ my babies happy
seem like when it come to f-ckin’ up, became amazing at it
fans slain, i got ’em chasing after
ain’t no safety hazards when evadin’ capture
raced through traffic, heart been racing
sadly forgot to pray b-tch
i’m a paper addict (ooh), i got major status (ooh)
head boss is in the trap and he weighing baggies (hold on)
when i’m facetimin’ with my daughter, i tell her “pray for daddy”
“i love you, call you later on, wait, let me check the camera”
pour up pineapple fantas, hold up, i got some action
my project hoe just bought my hip, she say she won’t get sandwiched
she only love me when i’m up, if i fall off, she cancel
i kidnap the money daily then hold it for ransom

[verse 3: trouble]
if you a soldier, be a soldier ’til it come your time
i remember boosie taught that line and i was ridin’ for mine (brrt)
the same n-gg-s who i was ridin’ for tried to set me up (what that sound like?)
weak freak, time to get my bucks and go’n step it up
.223’s all ’round my spot, lookin’ like the gun store (oh lordy)
i’m weighing dope up in the kitchen, shooters by the front door (lordy)
if he ain’t shine, ain’t mmb, it’s hard for me to trust him
’cause i was loyal to the wrong n-gg-s, treated me like f-ck you (f-ck me?)
busters, just like these hoes how fast they turn on you (they turn)
i’m chasing checks, don’t wanna have to chase and burn a homie (don’t wanna burn)
said f-ck the ‘gram, i’m back to grams, candler going spam
can’t trust a ho, my dawg, b-tch broke, or socks on my toe

[chorus: ralo & trouble]
i can’t post no pictures, i’m focused on many issues (skoob)
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s ’cause n-gg-s is not official (it don’t get no realer than that, ralo)
if i f-ck with b-tches, i f-ck with ’em from a distance (ah)
i can’t trust a person ’cause people got bad intentions (f-ck ’em)
i can’t post no pictures, i’m focused on many issues
i can’t f-ck with n-gg-s ’cause n-gg-s is not official (n-gg-s ain’t ridin’ how they been talkin’ ’bout)
if i f-ck with b-tches, i f-ck with ’em from a distance
i can’t trust a person ’cause people got bad intentions

[outro: trouble]
f-ck ’em, skoob
it don’t get no realer than that, ralo
ah
f-ck ’em

- ralo

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