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letra de sb4life - starlito

[intro: starlito]
i’m just tryna clear my mind and think better thoughts
i probably already said that, lito, lito

[verse 1: starlito]
act like i lost it or somethin’
i should’ve saw this sh-t comin’
tell me what y’all would’ve done
off wanted, was costin’ me none
still sell ounces off my phone, stack fifty thousand then i’m gone
and i been trappin’ out it since my house is not a home
i might f-ck your ho to sleep and stay up counting all alone
i give her ’bout a month, she gon’ be talkin’ ’bout i did her wrong
can’t say i led you on when there wasn’t no feelings shown
i wanna f-ck your friend (again), haha, f-ck this sh-t we grown
it seem like most these n-gg-s more concerned with looking like it
i send so many shots you think i had a liquor license
expect to get indicted when you really livin’ like this
and i know they feeling my sh-t, ’cause they be stealing my sh-t
sh-t done got so silly man, i really might quit
but before i do let me get this million right quick
riding ’round the ville with a stick, feel like i’m still in ’06
rentals with the peel off tints
listen, you really don’t know sh-t
feel like i got a tat on this b-tch, how my trigger finger itch
i done spent a rack on this b-tch
i done seen how she act on that d-ck
girl you nasty, imagine this, i’m back with the sh-t
just break ’em down to four zips, and vacuum the sh-t
black trash bags, we really having that sh-t
and we don’t give no p-sses to no p-ssengers b-tch
so far past ’em i don’t even remember p-ssing a b-tch
got to pay me to pay attention, i ain’t patching up sh-t
yeah i’m back with this sh-t, don’t give a f-ck who you go get
i’m out here every day, i’m by my lonely, hood as it gets
homie ‘dem steppin’ on sh-t, just put his foot on a brick
i had to get me some money too, i couldn’t resist
grind hard

[verse 2: don trip]
i wonder how you watchin’ me eat gon’ fill up your stomach?
i ain’t even finish countin’ it and i want some more money
sorry, don’t know how to chill, but i got ice in my veins
spend my days at the bank, and spend my nights at the range
how you figure f-ckin’ with me will be a good idea?
i got that toy on me and i’m flyer than buzz lightyear, yeah
there we go, drivin’ hoes hysterical
my lil shawty’s body like the mama off incredibles
lookin’ like a snack with a bag full of edibles
i’m not from this planet, i’m an extraterrestrial
and i still ball like the game ain’t fixed
i brought extra ammunition case my aim ain’t sh-t
mama never got the hint
high school i was baggin’, i was cooler than the f-cking york peppermint patty
now i’m black on black on black inside the devil’s favorite chalice
with a chick from out a pageant, ’bout to be her baby daddy
i’m the pappy, i’m the pappy, don’t he look just like his daddy?
i’m so good at making babies, i think that’s my hidden talent
okay, okay, back to raking up the money just to stash it
trapped a hundred pounds and it never left the plastic
my lil partner left for cali and he came back with a package
that was 2012, he got seven years for trafficking
just in case you thought this sh-t was cute, you’re insane
out here tryna get some change ’til they have your -ss in chains
godspeed

- starlito

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