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letra de stressin - santino j

[hook]
i’ve been flexing on you n-gg-s bruh
check the numbers on the scoreboard
and i ain’t stressing over b-tches cause
look at the numbers on the scoreboard
we be o.t. pressing all these n-gg-s, huh?
yeah we gonna ball, yeah we gonna ball
and having money is a blessing, huh?
anything i want, anything i want

[verse 1: nino j]
i do not f-ck with you n-gg-s
you n-gg-s been acting like we gotta stop and say w-ssup to you n-gg-s, w-ssup with you n-gg-s?
i’m drunk off that liquor
go to the bank, i withdraw me some bills then i go to the hills and spend that with my hitta
run it up and do the money dance, i ain’t worried bout you other mans
we ain’t paying for you n-gg-s hoes, we finesse them out their underpants
all of you n-gg-s is bithes
i’m k!lling you n-gg-s i put that on wizzle, there won’t be no snitching, b-tch, god is my witness
if i want it, i’ma get it, if s ain’t with it, i’ma wet it
dc like a gold mine, n-gg-s need to go mind their business
it’s crazy how we came a long way from traps and the trenches to foreign with tinteds
now, we pull up on an island where n-gg-s be having them foreigns as tenants
i don’t really care about what n-gg-s gotta say to me, please get the f-ck out my face
call the driver up and tell him that he shouldn’t wait on me, just leave the keys to the wraith
lately, it’s feeling like i have some weight on me, might be the keys in the crate
i think that these n-gg-s wanna hate on me just cause they seeing my chain, b-tch

[verse 2: theiry santos]
why would i care about these stupid b-tches? you and your n-gg-s need to mind they business
that yute stopped, who he finna press? i carved a n-gg- up in cineplex
life’s a b-tch that i’m trying to undress, i’m tired of these squares that’s cubicles
bands is what a n-gg- do it for, don’t throw hands, n-gg-, that’s what my shooters for
all my n-gg-s known to whip work, put 20 grand for 10 burners
went to philipp plein from mike jordans, i could’ve hit it twice, but her -ss boring
ashing the blunt by the poolside, just me and neenz when we do ride
nowadays , everybody do scams, but her puss is where my drugs get ran
nowadays, everybody got a draco a.k.a. ak
she only on you if a n-gg- say so, whisper in her ear “go get the peso”
i done been low, i done seen low, ski mask on cause a n-gg- need more
f-ck you and your big homie, f-ck you, i lost too many homies
oh, you got a plug? time to plug out, oh, you got work? it ain’t work out
oh, you hit a juug? you gettin’ jooked now, oh, you got luck? well, your luck ran out
rolling with he wolves, while you a herd of sheeps
your cards getting pulled, you was never in the streets

- santino j

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