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letra de before the gram - rob wellz (rap)

[verse 1: rob wellz]
me and p been rappin’ way before the ‘gram
think ’bout that
skippin’ school
flippin’ packs
from the gutter to the trap
burn the tip of plastic wrap
i ain’t grow up with dad
but i know papi from the ave
you know that work gon’ come back
put a dub in a pink diva
prince of the city – wiz khalifa
got some baddies in the crib
and they only wear wife beaters
i can teach you how to run home with two
like derek jeter
call my brudda “the radiator”
he stay with the heater
level 13 from philly
so the east coast is with me
got some eyes on the reaper
to see how close he been getting
they say life is a gamble
i ain’t new to the betting
i might be the 8th wonder
right behind serengeti
40 comes with some levels
i just hope that you ready
i do not f-ck with fords
i do not f-ck with chevies
shawty asked me the time
i showed my watch like i’m petty
40 comes with some levels
i just hope that you ready
[chorus: rob wellz]
run up, get done up
i work ’til the sun up
i sweat every winter
to flex in the summer
run up, get done up
i work ’til the sun up
i sweat every winter
to flex in the summer
run up, get done up
i work ’til the sun up
i sweat every winter
to flex in the summer
run up, get done up
i work ’til the sun up
i sweat every winter
to flex in the summer
run up, get done up
flex in the summer
run up, get done up
flex in the summer
flex in the summer
run up, get done up
flex in the summer
flex in the summer
[verse 2: young p]
it all started on the block with many props (i’m here)
now you find me with a glock, i been choppy
the feds watching from the bottom of the spot (down there)
couple hand-to-hand movements, just supplying what i got (you hear that)
floating, the ghost empty, the imaginary ride
i need the boss (where he at?) dealt with middle men and ended with a loss
no back and forth, just the torch then whatever comes to thought
like, honestly, ain’t no bribing me, no sympathy, remorse
the irony of you trying me what turned you to a corpse (gang)
i been banging since a juve (juve), waist packed loosely
cinemas, we made movies, rippin’ things remain gucci (it’s p)
lil’ shawty blow my line all night, the same two-piece (ha)
tried to bubble, brought the brick in huddle, the game moved me (yeah)
40 hit me for a mission, know i’m riding (you know what it is, 40)
before the ‘gram homie, been my mans without a problem
the whole clique who stayed solid (10toes)
tinted whips, the paint polished
beanie sh-t, we state propping
center staged the state mobbing n-gga

- rob wellz rap

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