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letra de double 00 - shy glizzy

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[intro]
buddah bless this beat

[verse 1]
these n-ggas like to hate, thats why i play it safe
say, “whats today’s date?” b-tch i don’t know, i sell weight
feel like every days my birthday ’cause b-tch, i get cake
d-mn near felt like an earthquake, our opps just got erased
natural born k!ller, that n-gga ’bout his business
i gotta ask for forgiveness, ain’t talk to god in a minute
and if my n-ggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it
i’m screamin’ “f-ck cancer!” hope my granny keep livin’
my son gon’ be a king, he won’t see the sh-t i’ve seen
i’ll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
’cause dada had a dream, just like martin luther king
down on the mall, across u.s.a., on n-ggas tv screens

[chorus]
i just got some new ice now, and i feel a little cooler
i just got some new hoes now, and i feel a little smoother
sellin’ glizzies to your block, like f-ck your lower shooter
big money, sh-t, b-tch, f-ck your lower moolah
you know i keep it g, so don’t ask me ’bout no ho
she belong to the streets, but my b-tch belong to marq
and, yeah, i came from nothin’, my favorite number double o
yeah, i’ma keep thuggin’, baby, ’til its time to go
[verse 2]
i feel like i’m blessed, ey, i feel like the best
i just got an ak, yeah, i feel like malcolm x
f-cked in my adidas, only thing i dream about is s-x
we f-cked inside my maybach, yeah, i put it [?]
and they call me the realest n-gga, if you didn’t know
its glizzy, glizzy, baby, my name got weight just like gold
and we can off your children if you motherf-ckin’ troll
i just want a billion, thats my long-term goal
you say you gettin’ money, well, i’m really gettin’ money
remember i was poor, i used to look at mr. drummond
we not a competition, i just keep on sh-ttin’ on ’em
f-ck what a hater thinkin’, i’m a real big homie

[chorus]
i just got some new ice now, and i feel a little cooler
i just got some new hoes now, and i feel a little smoother
sellin’ glizzies to your block, like f-ck your lower shooter
big money, sh-t, b-tch, f-ck your lower moolah
you know i keep it g, so don’t ask me ’bout no ho
she belong to the streets, but my b-tch belong to marq
and, yeah, i came from nothin’, my favorite number double o
yeah, i’ma keep thuggin’, baby, ’til its time to go

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