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letra de nagato denims - ​southsidesilhouette

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[intro]
(reid)

[chorus]
put a couple bands in my pocket
and it cost a band, throw the bands, then i walk in
shawty drop her pants when i walk in
b-tch i’m outer sp-ce, i ain’t landin’ like a rocket
yeah, had to play in, had to lock in
punch sh-t out like i’m up in the moshpit
now i got fans ’cause i’m hot
better come money in hand, or ain’t talkin’
b-tch i be goin’ the hardest, b-tch i’m a ghost, i ain’t missin’ a target
now i be goin’ r-t-rded, with the whole gang and we smokin’ big bodies
no i ain’t do all the college, b-tch i go in now these people be watchin’
need them bands can’t flock ’em, and i picked all of it up for some knowlеdge
still steppin’ out in k denim, feel likе i’m nagato, way that i’ma fit ’em
spittin’ too hot like it’s venom, whippin’ the big forgiatos i spin ’em
standin’ to tall ’cause i did it, left all my folks, now i got ’em all bitter
yeah them n-ggas ain’t f-ck with my vision, now they comin’ back ’cause i’m gettin’ bigger
[verse]
pull up in the benz, i been seated, slide around downtown n-gga big bimmer
and i got big drip, aquafina, foot up on the gas, i ain’t let up on the meter
got ’em old ho’s yeah they wanna meet up, hittin’ my phone up, but i be deleting
and i walk mean yeah that’s my demeanor, n-ggas talk down but i’m up i delete ’em
i hit the bank for my rolls, before i looked up i knew all the people
goin’ up like a n-gga supposed, n-ggas freak out every time that i post
and i’m breakin’ my bag on these clothes, burnin’ through bread like i be makin’ ‘chos
and i’m walkin’ through life like a joke, f-ckin’ these broads, runnin’ through all these ho’s

[chorus]
put a couple bands in my pocket
and it cost a band, throw the bands, then i walk in
shawty drop her pants when i walk in
b-tch i’m outer sp-ce, i ain’t landin’ like a rocket
yeah, had to play in, had to lock in
punch sh-t out like i’m up in the moshpit
now i got fans ’cause i’m hot
better come money in hand, or ain’t talkin’
b-tch i be goin’ the hardest, b-tch i’m a ghost, i ain’t missin’ a target
now i be goin’ r-t-rded, with the whole gang and we smokin’ big bodies
no i ain’t do all the college, b-tch i go in now these people be watchin’
need them bands can’t flock ’em, and i picked all of it up for some knowledge
still steppin’ out in k denim, feel like i’m nagato, way that i’ma fit ’em
spittin’ too hot like it’s venom, whippin’ the big forgiatos i spin ’em
standin’ to tall ’cause i did it, left all my folks, now i got ’em all bitter
yeah them n-ggas ain’t f-ck with my vision, now they comin’ back ’cause i’m gettin’ bigger (yeah)

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