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letra de pressure - rocaine

[verse 1]
yeah, i used to live on [?]
friends aren’t really friends, even fam, i be cautious
p-ssy n-ggas shut up when i’m talkin’
bout my southwest k!lla b-tch [?] texas, austin
i can’t stand your f-cking baby momma, she be stalkin’
throw her to my mans, he randy moss (catch up)
look, b-tch i don’t usually do this often
i gotta get this money, when i wake up b-tch get off me
i just want the check
when she lookin’ good, i gotta crack
i got that f-cking draco on my back
yeah, i don’t f-ck with you, you motherf-cking b-st-rd
you dusty lil’ n-gga, motherf-cking rascal
i can count up ten, collect ten without a h-ssle
you and your man both saw ten then arresstle
i’m the motherf-cking king, got a f-cking castle
all these bad hoes i just pull ’em like a raffle
i just stuffed 50 in the bottom of my mattress
these n-ggas faker than these freak hoes lashes
luggies[?] like my fashion
i don’t even drive ’em tired of crashing
but i’m thinking ’bout a coupe or aston
you get it gone fast, i get it gone faster
n-gga want problems, i’ma give ’em what he ask for
she can never have more
i don’t even know the b-tch
n-ggas get dealt with playing with my poker chips
i don’t play no snitching games n-gga, play with your hoes
three in the morning, who that knocking at the door?
it’s aunty [?]
i know it, fall all off, i’m never goin’
she k!ll in my clip, on my hip
earl boykins

[chorus]
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
wanted me to f-ck with you, but n-gga you a faker

[verse 2]
on probation, dropped me, but i still smoke
you been rapping all your life but you still broke
i see the light, is it the ice?
you know the price
if the price is right, then i’m flying out tonight
i heard them n-ggas talking down on me, but it’s nothing
f-ck the car keys, gotta push the b-tton mo’f-cker
bling, blaow, blurry
i be shining man, .45 on me i don’t play no games
whip candy paint, wanna chew dat b-tch
trap boy getting head from the jeweler b-tch
i’m too legit, i don’t lie for sh-t
black mask, black hoodie, p-ssies hollerin’
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, i’m sorry
i get so much cake it’s my party
and i’m who that bad thing that is arby’s [?]
44 boys, better yet the army
i need new patients, i got ‘scripts waiting
f-cking white hoes cause they ain’t f-cking datin’ racists
and i ain’t got no patience, nah i don’t like waiting
i went to court, bonded out, i don’t write statements
i want my money real long
got a lil’ cookie left n-gga, but the pills gone
hustler of the year, the dopeman cometh
44 boys, run punk motherf-cker

you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater
you went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater

- rocaine

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