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letra de difficult - real ryte sport

[intro]
gang!
f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ‘bout, n-ggas know my body different (very different)
i mean ‘know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout?
it ain’t different, it’s difficult
know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout
you see the stars on the roof you n-ggas know what’s up
it’s double r in the back of the seat
real ryte!

[hook]
big chop
baby welcome to the party, i’m high as a kite and i’m smokin’ on rich flocks (i am)
f-ck a suburban, i’m strapped with a 30
you jacking wook, you get shot (shot!)
n-ggas been gettin’ they d-ck out (they is)
shooters ain’t playin’, n-gga, keep a k with em, put a hole in a big opp (big opp)

[verse 1]
don’t got it on me, i be pokin’ n-ggas
22gz was a general, he told on a body, i guess it’s a folk, lil n-gga (folk lil n-gga)
big gdk, i’ma ‘proach you n-ggas (ryte)
don’t wanna mention that coach n-gga, definitely not the coka n-gga
chewing d-ld- like he moca n-gga (ayе, aye, aye)
i be on ‘еm n-ggas, and i’m ballin’ like a sport, lil n-gga (i’m ballin’)
other day i was in the mall, knocked a blixky out, f-ck is wrong with n-ggas (he outta here)
real ryte, we ain’t take a check, we ain’t duckin’ wreck, tell ‘em check this (we ain’t)
i know a lot of dead opps i could mention i could put them on a checklist (i did)
telly back home and he flexin’ on n-ggas and you know he jackin’ that ape sh-t (for real)
try to rob me, you won’t take sh-t, f-ck around, n-gga getcha facelift (lift)
i be in traffic every day, you know for a fact that i’m keepin’ my guys with me (i do)
you don’t want your baby moms f-ckin’ the woos, now he lookin’ like nas blixky
i be gettin’ so much money lately i be living my life with no wheel care
your mans just did 5 years, when he come home i’ma buy him a wheelchair (we is)
don’t give a f-ck about a mauley g, this woo sh-t really a part of me (ryte)
why y’all n-ggas even start with me?
big body n-gga, pardon me (pardon me)
yeah, i hop out the back, i’m runnin’ em down, i’m sweepin’ the street n-gga, pardon me (baow)
why n0body talkin’ bout denz flockz?
cause that beat-up was worser than mauley g (haha)
you n-ggas is p-ssy, you knew opps is rookies
and none of y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with me (y’all can’t)
they call my phone, i’m comin’, sport plus
cause i’m not with the f-ckery (vroom, vroom)
spin the block, lift him up (lift)
paramedics gon’ get him up
bunch of young n-ggas who don’t give a f-ck (give a f-ck)
then the lamb truck start blinkin’ up (li-lift)
spin the block, lift him up
paramedics never pick him up
‘cause they left that n-gga nick layin’ on the floor, i guess them n-ggas didn’t give a f-ck (flatline)
b-tch!
[hook]
big chop (big chop)
baby welcome to the party, i’m high as a kite and i’m smokin’ on rich flocks (i am)
f-ck a suburban, i’m strapped with a 30
you jacking wook, you get shot (shot!)
n-ggas been gettin’ they d-ck out (they is)
shooters ain’t playin’, n-gga, keep a k with em, put a hole in a big opp (big opp)

- real ryte sport

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