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letra de early morning - sneakk & kiingrod

[intro: sneakk]
yeah, uh
gang
cal-a (gang), keep it lit
yeah

[verse 1: sneakk]
you know i had to kick a door and make these b-tches scream
you know you winnin’ when these n-ggas wanna join the team
i had a hundred bands on me when i hit the scene
gucci’d down, and i keep a stick in my jeans
either you rockin’ or you duckin’, ain’t no in-betweens
’cause we ain’t f-ckin’ with them n-ggas, by any means
i pull that heater out and make that lil’ n-gga freeze
when i stacked my first hundred, felt like a breeze
i copped balencis, threw ’em away when i seen the crease
n-ggas thought they was trippin’ ’til they turned up a beast
i made that chopper eat him up, it’s lookin’ like a feast
i know my grandpa lookin’ down, i know he proud of me
ayy, so f-ck you and them n-ggas that ever doubted me
b-tch, i do it for this r-3-a-l
n-gga, don’t be actin’ like you can’t tell
i came up from nothin’, you rode that n-gga’s coattails
b-tch, i been feelin’ myself, i need to be wiped down, ayy
f-ck with me wrong, then get wiped out
get f-cked off tryna live this lifestyle
i hit her once, now she tryna be my wife now, gang

[verse 2: kiingrod]
and you can’t wipe me down
dumb lil’ b-tch slide through, pay me now
i just made a play, i just made another round
i just bought a new chopper and it make a big sound
me and sneakk double back, we knock a n-gga b-tch
ridin’ through our city, and that mean two sticks
how they say they love us when they ain’t help us with this sh-t?
we just made another hundred, f-ck it, we ain’t need a hit

[verse 3: sneakk]
yeah, that lil’ money used to hit
all my n-ggas on, we put our alls in this sh-t
yeah, we put our alls in this sh-t
n-ggas started hatin’ ’cause we ballin’ and sh-t
i just got another play and i just touched down
strictly only brothers at the top, it’s us now
all a n-gga ever wanted was a bustdown
i can’t f-ck with these n-ggas, no, i can’t trust now

[verse 4: kiingrod]
can’t slip up, put my all in this sh-t
can’t trust these n-ggas ’cause we ballin’ and sh-t
popped a new bottle, belaire, don’t do mix
free my dawg, real shotta, he gon’ spray in this b-tch
heard these n-ggas trippin’, bring ’em out, scottie pippen
i just blew another dub with my mama, count these blessings
i can never look back, i just take it as a lesson
’cause i ain’t never need a n-gga, and my daddy was a lesson, gang

- sneakk kiingrod

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