letra de fr - sgpwes
[intro: sgpwes]
cody
zaysk!llz
mingo
mhm, hmm
yeah, uh, yeah
[verse 1: sgpwes]
i’m finna go run it up, again
don’t even know why he callin’ me twin
that n-gga broke, why your pockets so thin?
yeah, my pockets, they look like a [?]
i get so high that i’m touchin’ the roof
that n-gga broke and it’s crazy (ha)
stupid lil’ b-tch tryna play me
[?] and he don’t wanna race me
he tried to copy and paste me (yeah)
my b-tch, she bad, and she blasian
bullets turn hot, they gon’ blaze him (yeah, yeah)
i f-ck that ho, we ain’t datin’
no, i can’t have a relation
money, it’s on the equation
he try to run, we gon’ chase him (yeah)
i like to wеar prada and sh-t (ugh)
he mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch (yeah)
thеse n-ggas, they stay on my d-ck (yeah)
they mad ’cause i’m goin’ up quick (ha)
i spent me a bag on my wrist
i got my (bl!ck), i ain’t goin’ for sh-t
i got a bag, she goin’ for it
i’m on the road, tourin’ and sh-t (yeah)
i think i made his tuition (haha)
that b-tch a thot, i won’t kiss her (yeah)
playin’, we send him to mister (yeah)
playin’, we send him to [?] (yeah)
i skrt off in the benz (yeah)
we turn that boy to a trend (yeah)
we put that boy on a [?] (yeah)
yeah
[verse 2: ka$hdami]
(bee)
i’m sick
n-gga really thought he could pull my b-tch
tried to shoot yo’ shot and you mo’f-ckin’ bricked
yeah, he talkin’ sh-t, he get hit with the brick
i got the gun, it came from the ship
these n-ggas chihuahuas, b-tch, i’m a pit
n-gga, you could get shot by association, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout who you with
why all these b-tch ass n-ggas tryna diss?
n-gga, where yo’ flag at if you a cryp?
my n-ggas don’t chit-chat, b-tch, we rip
lil’ n-gga, you a kit kat, you could get split
n-gga got k!lled and n0body knows
ka$hdami, i’m the mo’f-ckin’ goat
got a g-lock with the [?] sight on
your b-tch on my d-ck and she tryna bone
n-ggas want smoke, then i’m givin’ ’em asthma
b-tch, i’m a big blood, no plasma
n-ggas be food, put ’em on a platter
n-gga tried to grab my gun, so you know that i smacked ’em
i already won, n-gga this the [?]
i only spit truth, like a mo’f-ckin’ pastor
ka$hdami just keep goin’ up, n-gga i’m climbin’ the ladder (bah)
[verse 3: sgpwes]
(yeah)
i got that bag for real
i got the clamps of steel (ha)
just like banana, get peeled (woah)
i think i might sign a deal
i got the fire, d-mn, the drill
i bet i could pay yo’ bills
i need the bands, i’m so for real
my b-tch, she bad, she from brazil (yeah)
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