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letra de la cienega - sidemade masi

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(didthat)
eleven-hundred
eleven-hundred
eleven-hundred, yeah

eleven-hundred for balenciaga tongues
twenty hunnid on the bag, to tighten up my lungs
i got vibes from out the city wanna have my son
man if i get to shiitic these n-ggas gone want me hung

ain’t did a gig in the city, til i seen the hunnids
grown ass boys in the city, treat em like my young
got tired of running through b-tches, give me four solid ones
went ghost for a minute had to boss up, but they understand
n-gga in the drought is when i went the hardest
being at the bottom making routes up, when i was the smartest
crime ain’t organized in the vity everybody targets
you can rock a vest but they aim for the noggin’
n-ggas willing to die for the respect and power
how you lie to my face and say money ain’t gone solve my problems
sitting in the 9 sky high my bed right by the shower
tesla model y, autopilot
can introduced that b-tch lambo doors
rockin h-llstar f-ckin an angel in neiman’s clothing store
showed lil ma a new life, she tell me the world is yours
i showed lil ma new heights, the one who got her exploring
we the ones who got it going
snakes getting caught up in my trimmer, f-ck it had to mow em
n-ggas hind my back making plans, show us what you said you’d show em
living in a world where fake gangsters is playing with real ones
living for that image sh-t is dangerous
stepped out of line with the wrong one almost k!lled him
and i can’t even blame him
flat dark earth don’t match the black designer
so what we throwing it on
we leaving a n-gga in silence
lotta n-ggas can’t explain how masi became they rival
even got his little old boy
saying dad “masi my idol”
we can keep sh-t fly lil baby we don’t need a title
your man was up to with the pros but you know i’m higher
took the middle man out, no helper
got to seeing profit
cruisin’ la cienega in balenciaga
eleven-hundred for balenciaga tongues
twenty hunnid on the bag, to tighten up my lungs
i got vibes from out the city wanna have my son
man if i get to sh-ttin these n-ggas gone want me hung

gone want me gone
gone want me gone

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