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letra de classy - skyte

[intro]
(d-mn did otis make this beat?)

[chorus]
(brr) yeah
i ain’t gon lie
they gon’ say that you move fast, moving too slow
uh, yeah
how you ain’t planting no seed
but you expect something to grow?
uh, yeah
i wear my heart on my sleeve
it’s too much sh-t i don’t show
uh, yeah
feel like i’m something she need
i got this b-tch in control
yuh
took everybody off the list
ion even got no foes
n-ggas talking out they lip
i ain’t finna sit back, b-tch i’m letting sh-t unfold
she want d-ck, she can’t get it, might as well [?]
stick with accessions, and my boy cutthroat
b-tch with attention, it ain’t nothing [?]
we all go through it, i ain’t letting nun show
[bridge]
yuh
rock the mask
n-ggas see no attention or see no emotion on me
“where the f-ck skyte?”, i’on know, in thе booth
or he high off his ass, n-gga soaring probably
i ain’t invest in your b-tch, she just wantеd experience, let me explore her body
my paper so d-mn thick, i can’t fold this sh-t, it won’t let me do origami
what you want? percs or zips, tex’s or blitz
let me know, cause’ i know somebody
i’m finna swerve the whip
perc’s just hit and i can’t feel my lower body
why n-ggas runnin’ their lip, and watching my vids
they should go make a show about me
i can’t cl!ck with no snitch ass n-gga
i’ma make sure i keep all the bros around me

[pre-chorus]
i know how it go (know how it go)
keep everything in my soul (my soul)
no i cannot expose
after the rain
no pot or no gold
never was taught to do what i was told
be something new, cause’ the guap getting old
life slip away, start [?] no control
f-ck
[chorus]
(brr) yeah
i ain’t gon lie
they gon’ say that you move fast, moving too slow
uh, yeah
how you ain’t planting no seed
but you expect something to grow?
uh, yeah
i wear my heart on my sleeve
it’s too much sh-t i don’t show
uh, yeah
feel like i’m something she need
i got this b-tch in control
yuh
took everybody off the list
ion even got no foes
n-ggas talking out they lip
i ain’t finna sit back, b-tch i’m letting sh-t unfold
she want d-ck, she can’t get it, might as well [?]
stick with accessions, and my boy cutthroat
b-tch with attention , it ain’t nothing [?]
we all go through it, i ain’t letting nun show

- skyte

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