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letra de g.t.a. - skipskool

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(intro)
i should of known
huh
snakes in my circle, uh?
aight tho

yeah, ay

(verse)
fifteen years in the game, you had time, why you snakin’ me now (why)
one week in the cell all it took, and the snakes comin’ out
thought i was booked now they shook, cause i’m makin’ it out
what you thought i was dumb? build a case on me? how?

i came prepared, we been aware, i cannot trust no soul
but i never thought you would turn on me, on the same day that i go
i should’ve known, money gone change ‘em i cannot fold
how could a brother turn into a foe? all of your envy made you cold

uh, uh

but i won’t speak on it, i keep legit, i gotta lay low
5-0 seekin’ bricks n’ i know
somebody told, outsidе the crib, footprints in the snow
when i’m in thе whip we gettin’ followed
checkin my six wherever i go
can’t take a risk i’m tryna get home
just tryna get home, huh

hear the tears on the phone, don’t cry for me
real g’s goin’ ride for me, baby gal goin slide for me
i ain’t never seen no ivy league
in the 8 i provide the street
i’m the plug that they tryna meet
all the love come tied with heat
and now i got a buzz everybody wanna
vibe with me

(hook)
g.t.a
tell me who this cj?
what he know ‘bout g.t.a
hittin’ l!cks and i’m movin weight

f-ck the feds and f-ck the d.a., huh
i might catch a new case, uuuh
i ain’t tryna leave a trace
telegram all day

i cannot lose
straight from the bottom if i got a problem im makin a move
all these hoes on my body came straight from the lobby i f-ckem in two’s
and she want the gucci she rockin’ the prada she askin’ for loubs’
and i ain’t no fool, but i’m in the mood, i might just approve

(verse)
brick city, dolo no cl!ck with me
broke hoes tryn’ get with me
but was no shows ‘fore i got busy

all the times we was livin’ trife
hit a l!ck n’ then we outta sight
dark alley all through the night
with no bally we just shot out the lights

wholesale, fingers n’ up
product clean i don’t do the cut
serve a fiend, i make him backflip
100k in the jacket

money big
can’t fold the pack
get it how i live
i ain’t going back
turn any crib into a trap
with my brodies where my demons at

strip clubs n’ im bringin the grams in
i got ‘em sellin for me while they dancin’
i flip a brick then it’s back to the mansion
all of my businesses expandin’
all of my b-tches, that’s some baddies
all of my opps they broke that’s tragic
all of my contraband be travelin’
all of my brothers money stackin’
why lie to me? why lie to me?
hear the tears on the phone, don’t cry for me
real g’s goin’ ride for me, baby gal goin slide for me
i ain’t never seen no ivy league
in the 8 i provide the street
i’m the plug that they tryna meet
all the love come tied with heat
and now i got a buzz everybody wanna
vibe with me

(hook)
g.t.a
tell me who this cj?
what he know ‘bout g.t.a
hittin’ l!cks and i’m movin weight

f-ck the feds and f-ck the d.a., huh
i might catch a new case, uuuh
i ain’t tryna leave a trace
telegram all day

i cannot lose
straight from the bottom if i got a problem im makin a move
all these hoes on my body came straight from the lobby i f-ckem in two’s
and she want the gucci she rockin’ the prada she askin’ for loubs’
and i ain’t no fool, but i’m in the mood, i might just approve

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