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letra de alpaca - shad da god

[intro]
yeah, god
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on man
y’all know who the f-ck the originator is man
the motivator, you understand me
if you playing with that knife, then young n-gga you gon’ get cut
yeah i’m pouring up that drank, hoping a n-gga don’t get stuck
now i’m pullin’ up on this b-tch ’cause these hoes be tryna get f-cked
(b-tch done get took down, you know what i’m sayin’, phew, let’s go)

[chorus]
sixty thousand dollar alpaca, gotta block this sh-t
i stayed down all these years, now these n-ggas tryna mock this sh-t
trappin’ and rappin’ and sippin’ and pushin’ the benz
oh, trappin’ and rappin’ and sippin’ and pushin’ the benz, oh
trappin’ and rappin’ and sippin’ and pushin’ that motherf-ckin’ benz b-tch
percocet, molly, gas, and i wanna f-ck you and your friend right quick
i can see n-ggas they really don’t want us to win
i can see n-ggas they really don’t want us to win, no

[verse 1]
i can see they don’t want us to win
but i’m back in the money again
bathtub eight rows again
and they bad, this ain’t nothin’ but a ten
and i used to meet ’em on that block
i was trappin’ in my cartier lens
now i dress up in suit boy stocks
and i need in on the next benz
i be rockin’ somethin’ sixty-six bands, on my motherf-ckin’ hands
after this flip i’ma cross the land, i’m not playin’ around with a b-tch, hold up
morning time or the night time, even the afternoons ridin’ with sticks, hold up
my partner talkin’ real smooth to him, tell the truth he a l!ck
set a rat trap for a snitch
probably go gucci louis with the sticks
we gon’ see who really ride with this sh-t
we still gotta go and slide ’bout some sh-t
i’m mafia, i’m so inside of this sh-t
a n-gga done did some time for this sh-t
my n-ggas done lived and died ’bout this sh-t
i swear to god, been inside of this sh-t, i’m rockin’

[verse 2]
i ran up that cake on a son of a b-tch
i bought me a wraith for that son of a b-tch
i done bought a new drake with that son of a b-tch (draco)
and i put me some tape on that son of a b-tch
i done got me a scope on that son of a b-tch
sellin’ nothin’ but dope in this son of a b-tch
got vs on my rope and it’s son of a b-tch
this gelato gon’ choke a lil b-tch
i want the head, i want both of them b-tches
i want to put on a show for the b-tches
i try for the money, i throw for them digits
i ain’t never tried flex on my bros for them b-tches
hit a three six and the blunt smokin’ on b-tches
got all new money and loads of ambition
i be tryna chop it up with you, just listen
yo, you can go get the lil money for the mission
dawg it’s a real bankroll, just pay attention
thought we was gon’ go ‘head, twist up the extension
yo i be ridin’ v12, big big engine
at the spot smokin’ cookie, burnin’ incense
look, and i got a food stamp gang
i done went to do double up the rolls royce, no, not the range
me and your money, know that sh-t not the same

- shad da god

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