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letra de no hook - sabcain

[intro]
i ain’t gon’ lie, this sh-t sound like what winning sound like, bruh, no cap
i ain’t gon’ lie to you
okay, look, okay, look, i say

[verse 1]
clutching when i go outside, flushing if they get behind
let a bum n-gga touch me, then somebody dyin’
let a f-ck n-gga touch me, then his momma cryin’
where a f-ck n-gga touch me, that’s where his body lyin’ (down)
shorty on my phone cryin’ ’cause i’m on my grind (why?)
look her in the face and said, “b-tch, at least i’m trying”
ain’t no wastin’ time, remember i had to wait in line
when i want my steak, h-ll yeah, b-tch, i want it prime (medium rare, b-tch)
i’m taking all beef, if it’s smoke, then call me (ring)
hе must think he ai, think that he was tryna cross me (hе’s a bot)
march, april, may, i’ll tell you that the comp’ was faulty (i ain’t got no comp’)
every time she see the boy, she be like, “he so saucy”
and, yes, my boys got rich off kicking doors and embossing
gave her a gps, ’cause she f-cked around and lost me
curved me way back when, swear to god it made me salty
and i’m not chasing hoes, swear to god that sh-t exhausting

[verse 2]
you better chase me, money is what i am chasing
dash to the bag, wonder who is tryna race me
know them n-ggas hate me, they keep trying to erase me
but my brodie keep a stick for problems we may face, see
told her that i’m tryna f-ck, i do not go on dates, see
balling hard, you would think my name was kd
that boy broke like ad
why that boy can’t pay me? (he broke as h-ll)
when i stand up on my money, swear to god i’m eight feet (what?)
just took one hit from the blunt, now i’m in outer sp-ce, see
woke up with the munchies, ate the beat, that sh-t was tasty
i’m not lying, swear to god, that sh-t was amazing
and all my haters mad ’cause that goofy sh-t don’t faze me
he won’t chase a bag, that’s ’cause that lil boy there lazy
i just mind the business that pays me (i mind my biz)
yeah, that’s how my momma f-ckin’ raised me (that’s what she did)
they stay on d-ck, i swear to god, they always be glazing
they send shots, but we know none of them will graze me
why these n-ggas always hating? (why?)
why these n-ggas always faking? (why?)
why these b-tches always flaky? (why?)
why these n-ggas always shady? (i’m asking why?)
boy, it never cease to amaze me (it really don’t)
run it up, i run it up, i do that on a daily (b-tch, i need that)
i do that on a daily (medium rare, b-tch)

- sabcain

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