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letra de things you do - richie rozay

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[intro]
light skin ting’ lady gaga
ant chamberlain that’s a hunnid’ points
i do my dance you know my pants filled wit’ glitter
fashion nova ouchie walla
light skin ting’ lady gaga

[chorus]
balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
i couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
and i hate to see the things that you do
where the perkys for this pain i need more
and you think i feel the same with you too
it don’t even feel the same anymore
[verse 1: richie rozay]
them people be tellin’ lies my n-gga
that’s on me you better ride my n-gga
i do my dance you know my pants filled wit’ glitter
and i can’t understand how i still manage to get her ass
fashion nova ouchie walla
light skin ting’ lady gaga
we just connected like we was wifi
and she’s bringin’ me out of myself
i can’t leave here without you forreal
i can’t be seen without you forreal
when i sleep i dream about you girl, yes i do

[chorus]
balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
i couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
and i hate to see the things that you do
where the perkys for this pain i need more
and you think i feel the same with you too
it don’t even feel the same anymore

[verse 2: tj porter]
it don’t even feel the same anymore
i seen my lil’ n-gga chico wit’ his brains on the floor
and they label us a gang don’t know the pain we endure, huhh don’t know the pain we endure
free all of my bros they up top and then down stain
i miss all my dogs they offered brodie a pound caine
call (?) guns i bet you they make the ground shake
free all my day 1s, them n-ggas i know they mad fake
balenciaga, ‘lenciaga, got a fetish
i get dressed up wit’ my gun, i’m sorry it’s just a habit
they know i’m one of them ones, when them n-ggas see me in traffic
i be swervin’ through the slums and my bm won’t catch me lackin’
how you hate on your lil’ brothers, for the fame
all that sh-t and attention seekin’ you changed
say no more know my n-gga chico is chained
thought my n-gga richie was buggin’ it ain’t the same
[chorus]
balenciaga’s blue, okay now watch what i do
wanted to speak to my dead guys so i flew
i couldn’t even just realize how true, that you won’t admit the things you do
and i hate to see the things that you do
where the perkys for this pain i need more
and you think i feel the same with you too
it don’t even feel the same anymore

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