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letra de how many times - squeeks

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how many times i picked my beater up? man they weren’t for show
barrels spinning like i wheeled it up, i’m tryna do ’em both
even though i know they’re feeling us i’m out here doing road
gang ting, i’m well involved, .38, special mould
famous and it’s set in stone, i was out there selling stones
shout my n-gga ibz, ran through bricks on that pebble phone
mummy be legit, raised two kids, man i love her loads
i was out there hugging roads, you was busy hugging hoes
n-gga copped an amg
judge gave me ten years, told me “take a seat”
court screws see that i was p-ssed, somebody pray for me
ran through the years, i ain’t counting down the months
i was waiting for my day release, n-ggas getting crazy p
got me thinking crime again, i was inside the pen
grab the pad, find the pen
burning down the building, they had to call the firemen
i’m an aj, you a punk, this a lions den
you never had it hard, you ain’t sat behind them bars
you weren’t with us in them cars, you weren’t lost on the graft
and i had to risk my freedom, i ain’t wishing on no stars
no i didn’t beat the charge but i’m still a different class
and my missus be a boss, n-ggas with me from the start
no bungee jumping goons, fingers itching, it’ll spark
and i wasn’t eating carrots, i was living in the dark
if i wanna see some carat then i bet i hit the mark
nah my views ain’t the same as them
i ain’t going back to jail again
they tried to kick me out the industry
i’m back now, i’m breaking in
there’s no heart, there’s no fake in him
he got scars, can’t weigh them in
now the paramedics playing clark kent cah they’re saving him
that can be an everyday occurrence
and beating man up, f-ck the burners
i never beat the drought, too many indictments
my left hand nadal’s, my right bangs a tyson
i’ve been on violence and know about the trident
my n-gga’s on licence, still ducking from sirens
i live what i spit, my crib near the sticks
i ain’t paying one-six for no red bottom kicks
my wrist drip, drip, my rollie don’t tick, tick
your sh-t sound like a bomber, sh-t blew like a crip

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