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letra de ‎g’loss - rodneyy

[intro]
rodneyy

[chorus]
made a bag on my own, i ain’t put out my hand
lets get lit at the beach got my feet inna sand
i woke up in the morning i need me some bands
it’s a drake’ on my side, i’m protectin’ my land
she wanna come be my wife, man, i know she’s a fan
really racks in my pocket i never pretend
i’m in love wit da glock but i’m totin’ fn
i had took a few losses to get me a win
[bridge]
see the prada ski-jacket, it cover my skin
he jus pulled out a five, i pulled out a ten
in the club wit a ten and i’m feeling like ben
know i’m goin’ to h-ll, i can’t fix all my sins

[verse]
i got cousins in jail for sumn’ sh-t they ain’t did
yeah, she know who i am and she know that i win
and you know i’m geeked up wit yo’ b-tch in the den
i wear it then sell it, i don’t use a bin
i geek up and rap i don’t need me a pen
he pull out his racks and his sh-t looking thin
they sayin i’m weird, they don’t understand
they hatin’ ’cause i’m the man with the plan
them n-ggas all hate but they hoes in a trance
they want me to die but they won’t get the chance
her sh-t was so wet got me changing my pants
have faith in yourself, never say that you can’t
he try to run up and them shots make him dance
i’m flexing outside, i got (n)ine on my pants
i wake up and tweak and then geek ’til i can’t

- rodneyy

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