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letra de how i'm coming - shy glizzy

it’s nell on the beat, n-gg-
yah

you better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (brrr)
sent ’em the address, i knew the n-gg-s weren’t coming (i know)
i don’t know ’bout your n-gg-s, but my n-gg-s one hundred (one)
i got a bad b-tch, you know that b-tch don’t want for nothing (oh)
yeah, i’m a savage, you know i really came from nothing (yah)
bet a young n-gg- show you how to turn this sh-t to something (yeah)
when we came out there blasting
then them n-gg-s started runnin’ (brrr, brrr, brrr)
no, you can not imagine how a n-gg- really coming (oh, oh)

i look back at my past and see how much i really had (yah)
went on a lot of missions, i ain’t even rock a mask (no, no)
i f-cked a lot of b-tches and i made some n-gg-s mad (oh)
and they mighta got a baby
’cause them b-tches didn’t bag (yah, yah, yah)
but it’s that gang sh-t, we don’t f-ck with lames, b-tch (gang, gang)
you try an’ get fame, that’s when we gon’ make you nameless (yah)
can’t talk to my b-tch, no, she don’t speak your language (no)
you can’t say hi, no, all she talk is bank slips (cha-ching)
balenciaga, you b-tches better be proud of me
you see me, mama? i really came from poverty (yah)
i did her wrong, don’t owe her no apology (oh, oh, oh)
young jefe, holmes (young jefe)
that’s what these b-tches hollering

no, you can not imagine how much pain i really felt (imagine)
imagine how many whole thangs a n-gg- really dealt (how)
but that’s another story,
’cause you know these boys be twelve (god d-mn)
on murder, i won’t tell,
i got some sh-t under my belt (god d-mn, god d-mn)
i keep it by my waistline, the rocks up on the shelf (yah)
lil’ n-gg-, this sh-t take time and you might need some help (yah)
my favorite word is ‘wealth’, b-tch, my favorite thing is health (jefe)
a n-gg- play with me, i’ll pop that glizzy ’til it melt
(bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop)
i need me nine figures, i’m a real go-getter (go getter)
can’t f-ck with no n-gg-s that don’t f-ck with my n-gg-s (g, g)
supposed to be your b-tch, said she was gonna ride with ya (oh-oh)
she all in my sh-t and i just need one night with her (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

young jefe, holmes

- shy glizzy

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