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letra de ykts - sheck wes

[intro]
fa fa
fa fa fa (b-tch)
fa fa fa (fa fa)
yeah, uh, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1]
still in this b-tch with the same n-ggas i came with
i’ma be honest, i don’t feel no pain
i can’t even see you through my shades, b-tch
on the west coast with a bad b-tch in my coupe
she’s used to the g-ngb-ngers
on the east coast with the less gang
on the block plottin’, thinking ’bout what we takin’ (yeah)
on the road though, gettin’ checks, uh
what a young n-gga makin’, uh
i’ve been close to the angels, running away from satan (uh)
asalamalakim (uh)
i bring home the bacon, young sheck wes
i do not do haram (uh), i eat the halal (uh)
pork, i ain’t never taste it
never had a nine to five or had the late shift
moms had to work so i had to raise me (uh)
’cause sh-t was really hard (uh), it’s different for us
anything i wanted, had to take it

[break]
yeah
d-mn

[verse 2]
i gotta go and get mine (b-tch)
i catch planes and catch flights (catch flights, b-tch)
i just copped a new ride (new ride)
used to finesse mta for the swipe (swipe me)
now it’s different for us when i slide (slide, b-tch)
put this sh-t down, b-tch i’m stife
gang got guns and knives (lost boys)
i’m from new york baby, you’ll get sliced (knife gang)
buck fifty baby, on sight (on sight, ow)
i want horsepower, i don’t want the ice (want the ice)
i used to l-st and do bad crime (l-st gang)
now they put me in the new york times (new york times)
bring tears right to my mother eyes
play with my mother things, you’ll die (you’ll die p-ssy)
gettin’ that chicken, popeye’s (popeye’s)
green like spinach, popeye (popeye)
pull up, sheck wes pop eyes
i don’t touch b-tches, but i pop guys (i pop ’em)
light up my blunt and get high (higher)
if sh-t get crunk, i’ma rise (i’ma rise)
i pull up on arrival (arrival)
you know who discounts with the guys
whole lotta guns like condoleezza rice (yeah)
i call the shots like condoleezza rice
i was in the projects eatin’ that rice (rice)
now a young n-gga order wagyu (b-tch)
and i got beans up in my rice (my rice)
they want me to do the deal
if you ain’t got the millions, we can’t sign (i’ll wait)
tell david, they got that chicken (chicken)
we can’t pay the price, ain’t right (at all)
cactus jack, baby i been winnin’ (jack)
man, that done changed my life (facts)
always keep a bad b-tch, we gotta hide (gotta hide)
got a whole lotta worms in my colon (in my colon)
deer shades all on my eyes (my eyes)
can’t pull up on arrival (yeah)
and you know the scouts with the guys
you know the scouts with the guys
you know the scouts with the guys
you know the scouts with the guys (b-tch)

- sheck wes

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