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letra de plot twist - ray vaughn

[intro: ray vaughn]
yeah

[verse 1: ray vaughn]
nuclear warfare, these n-ggas havin’ meltdowns
my brain big, but sh-t, i only think about myself now
mayweather my demons, i knock ’em out by the twelfth round
and n-ggas turned they back, so i still question how help sound
now i’m the talk of the town and it’s not debatable
b-tch, i’m valuable and not available
i don’t horse around, the stable full
and the faith that i got in myself’s unbreakable
if i make the call it’s untracable, y’all embraceable
lebron with the shots, that’s my signature, check the autograph
quarter aftеr quarter, it’s a laundry mat
to reach this wave, you need a watеrcraft, i ordered all the kraft
trust issues, but i’m good at fallin’ back, ’cause
[chorus: london monét]
’cause they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon
’cause they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon

[verse 2: ray vaughn]
’cause i watched n-ggas put their dreams on layaway
left open a bag of chips, i had to give ’em the stale face
see, when it comes to dreams, you gotta learn how to tailgate
and be mindful of them folks you got around who helped late
and them secret supporters
and the ones who say hatin’ sh-t in a jokin’ way
in a social sp-ce, their motive is not to motivate
before you beef, you better know the stakes
the real ones born at a slower pace
the steppers with me shoot to see a soul escape
no silver spoon, just paper plates on a roll we taped
if you knew how many bones you’d break
bendin’ over backwards
don’t give me my flowers in a broken vase
they only talkin’ ’cause they know it’s late
but don’t show they face
born in crystal lake, i ain’t worried about their camp size
metro hate train but i can’t ride
bondage, my hands tied
all my travellin’ b-tches private jets, but i stand-by
a couple years ago, all the flex i took with stand-by
f-ck ’bout they top-five, i’m top pick
whoever gates-keepin’, they f-ckin’ up with the locksmith
they the ones spendin’ when they tell a story, that’s the plot twist
there’s always somethin’ under their sleeve, who let ’em shoplift?
[outro: london monét & ray vaughn]
‘they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon
(i done watched n-ggas get gassed up)
(and take that same 01 fume, and burn the whole f-ckin’ bridge down)
they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon
(now they can’t make it back to their casket)
(or they can’t make it out their motherf-ckin’ head, yeah)
’cause they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon
’cause they burnin’ all them bridges too soon
too soon, too soon

- ray vaughn

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