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letra de boys upstairs - shouly & al basha

[hook x2:]
ain’t nothing to it but to f-ckin do it
stay home tonight because you’re rockin with the f-ckin truest

[chorus: x2]
shoes strapped, who dat?
that’s the boy with vision and a bottle
with a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz i just can’t seem to hit the lotto

[verse 1:]
it’s a motto never dreamed of hitting lottos
if i made it, then i made it no one helped me wit this cargo
no one carried me my carload in the cherokee is m-ssive
someone better check his bar code, from chicago down to nablus
it’s the same fella with on the beat or acapella
since battle rapping in the streets i always dreamed of something better
all you snakes in the gr-ss all you roaches with antenna s
it’s a doggy dog world, i never hoped to make it better
im just here to get a meal, i mean a mill, get some chedda
food for thought, check the bar and i’m not talking bout estellas
i’m not into clubbing often, i don’t mingle with these groups
dunkin on em from a distance like i’m jordan at the hoop
keeping jordan in the loop never score unless my troops
get the booty and the booty who am i without my dudes
that my squad the shamboys, style so hot you tan boy
i chill wit the fans when i can, but youre f-ckin stan booy

[hook x2:]
ain’t nothing to it but to f-ckin do it
stay home tonight because you’re rockin with the f-ckin truest

[chorus: x2]
shoes strapped, who dat?
that’s the boy with vision and a bottle
with a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz i just can’t seem to hit the lotto

[verse 2:]
bottle of water at hand, hydrate my soul
toast a cup to all the people that hate my flow
called me out on all my flaws, like they ain’t got those
they just mad that can finally get play my role
that was preordained i’m not into this trying to practice
i’m following my intuition man i got the talent
tryna better my position and improve my crafting
and if it pays then live the lavish like i gots to have it
i feel the urge to speak on beefs that i had with homies
and all the nights i spent writing like i won a tony
but i was underground before i started rapping homie
so don’t approach me with “the rap has changed you” bad bologne
and after years of being quiet had to spare the change
and speak my mind on all the names that gotta a little fame
i respect whoever did it, i am not ashamed
to admit but they should rippid cuz i’m hogging up the lane
i was on the moon chillin like the solar crashed
i have no time to keep up with your bipolar -ss
and nothing should be granted to me cuz i said so
but i believe i should go get cuz i read so
and im with it when the breads low
to all the newcomers bread’s dough
and dough is money , stacks of chedda that we let go
to get back even bigger till were bled slow

[hook x2:]
ain’t nothing to it but to f-ckin do it
stay home tonight because youre rockin with the f-ckin truest

[chorus: x2]
shoes strapped, who that?
that’s the boy with vision and a bottle
with a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz i just can’t seem to hit the lotto

- shouly al basha

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