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letra de times new roman - since99

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[intro]
(d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)

[chorus]
if he being weird, put him on a list
had a couple of shots but they really missed
put the hate in the past, now it don’t exist
had nothing to lose, so i took a risk
applyin’ the pressure, making ‘em fold
gave them a chance but they went and sold
speaking in times new roman in bold
if you see a fat ass j, i roll
b-tch i’m on a quest, tryna get the racks
and i’m on a quest tryna get some plaques
got to praise god to have stacks
while i go triple digits in the scat
jewish plug, call him blp, i’m [?] than that
you talking that sh-t and makin’ it slap
he was f-ckin’ with hoes, now he got the clap

[verse 1]
they were dissin’ at my all time low, so they ain’t with me at my all time high
scorin’ them pints, zippin’ the o like shai
margiela steppin’, i’m way too fly
off of this drank, got me seein’ different
b-tch i got the rock on me, feel [?]
i be at the bank daily, good intentions
and i come back on, crazy with some vengeance
big ass crib lookin’ like the taj mahal
today i’m not taking no calls
i’m havin’ money withdrawals
poppin’ that sh-t off exotic, i need me a halls
just know i be gettin’ involved
i run up the check and the problem is solved
like any other year, i steady evolve
and the drank droppin’ like a leaf in the fall
[interlude]
(phew, bih, b-tch, okay)

[verse 2]
finessen’ his racks, yeah i’m about to do a [?]
he want a handout, but there’s nothing [?]
i got his card info, i’m tech-savvy
in the paint scorin’ like i’m [?]
you gotta snap back into reality
‘cause you ain’t makin’ any motherf-ckin’ salary
i swear to god he not accounting for nothing
go ‘head, grab a can of paint then huff it
this sh-t’s my life now, no i didn’t expect it
i ain’t boutta go unless you affected
baby watchin’ every move, they really invested
ate the fleming’s order, now i’m boutta digest it
on the illegal site, i ain’t f-ckin’ with netflix
that sh-t lookin’ fake as a [?]
puttin’ the parlay down on the bed sheet
b-tch imma go ‘head and run up the check quick

[chorus]
if he being weird, put him on a list
had a couple of shots but they really missed
put the hate in the past, now it don’t exist
had nothing to lose, so i took a risk
applyin’ the pressure, making ‘em fold
gave them a chance but they went and sold
speaking in times new roman in bold
if you see a fat ass j, i roll
b-tch i’m on a quest, tryna get the racks
and i’m on a quest tryna get some plaques
got to praise god to have stacks
while i go triple digits in the scat
jewish plug, call him blp, i’m [?] than that
you talking that sh-t and makin’ it slap
he was f-ckin’ with hoes, now he got the clap
[outro]
(his ass done, b-tch)

- since99

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