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letra de master p - siptee

[intro: siptee]
uh-uh, yeah
siptee, i’m him, uh-uh
(who that? trell)
look

[chorus: siptee]
black sheep of the family
i know i get fly, but sometimes i feel like i landed, uh-uh
and you wouldn’t understand it
i got plenty scars and you can’t heal ’em with a bandage, uh-uh
i got my focus on
i been ’bout my cheese, so in my pockets i got provolone, uh-uh
d-mn, my shoulders strong
i been had the city on my back, i know they holding on, uh-uh
[verse 1: siptee]
won’t help you make the money, but they still gon’ help you spend it
she like me tennis chains ’cause i got diamonds in my pendant
she know i been gettin’ racks and i ain’t never played tennis
and i stay in her mouth, they shoulda took her to the dеntist
like, don’t play with me, know that draco stay with me
i don’t want your lovе, i want that cookie just like baby d
i ain’t from la, i keep a rondo, i play for keeps
when i up that bl!ck, they know to run, though, don’t play with me
i’m a natural born sinner, baby, come eat me for dinner, baby
how you take l when you surrounded by these winners, baby?
we can’t f-ck in the car ’cause i’m know for knocking off fenders, baby
and no, i am not one of them, them n-ggas you like tender, baby (tender baby)

[verse 2: roi]
i swear i came from nothin’, so these diamonds mean a lot
thirty bags of some exotic, spent the profit on a watch
girl, don’t play with me, my b-tch know i’m pushin’ p
twenty thousand dollars on his head, i’m tryna make him bleed
i ain’t took a xanax in a minute, i been losin’ sleep
monsta call my phone about some beef, i know it’s time to eat
really rich off trappin’, yo lil’ n-gga can’t compare to me
went and spent my profit up in kris, i coulda bought a jeep (uh)
she know i’ma trap n-gga, i don’t f-ck with rap n-ggas
i put all them stones up in my mouth, she say i act differernt
richer than yo’ last n-gga, my trap full of bags, n-gga
two hundred just put me in the game, i’m flyin’ past n-ggas
[chorus: siptee]
black sheep of the family
i know i get fly, but sometimes i feel like i landed, uh-uh
and you wouldn’t understand it
i got plenty scars and you can’t heal ’em with a bandage, uh-uh
i got my focus on
i been ’bout my cheese, so in my pockets i got provolone, uh-uh
d-mn, my shoulders strong
i been had the city on my back, i know they holding on, uh-uh

[outro: siptee]
uh-uh
uh-uh
uh-uh
uh-uh

- siptee

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