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letra de feds or a ferrari? - stunna gambino

[intro]
maybe it’s me, maybe it’s you
maybe we’re done, maybe we’re through
when we had a time, hmm
but it didn’t last, the moment is past, oh
uh, uh

[chorus]
pushin’ jeep, hop out, bulletproof, i feel like gotti
wrist ap, cost me ’bout a— it’s perfect timing, yeah
money told me, double f, the feds or a ferrari?
feel like pluto in ’16, yeah, these meds keep callin’
like, why my b-tches be steady be trippin’? n-gga, i can’t call it
and my mans locked up, feel like time’s gettin’ longer
pick up your phone, don’t let it ring, bae, like, why you keep stallin’?
i can’t be stressed about no b-tch, i’m a real don dada

[verse]
my emotions gettin’ weaker, but my mind be getttin’ stronger
every time i stare into your eyes, feel like the room gettin’ smaller
we go kelly and chanelly, i’m a real shot caller
in the trenches, it get spooky, hang with real top shottas
ain’t been the same ever since my dog died, mm-hmm, i swear to god
how you steal my flow? come on, they all lied, you n-ggas need to stop it
bl!cky with the switchy on the back, don’t make me c-ck it, squeeze
aim it at his top if he a opp by any means
i don’t even stream, but this amg go speed
n-gga play about my cheese, we gon’ send him to the dean (what?)
to the deep end
girl, wipe your eyes, i don’t got time, why you tweakin’?
you the reason i play defense
rich or poor, i stood ten toes, girl, my heart is pure
if the world was yours, would i still be in it? baby, tell me more, don’t tell me lies
’cause i can see right through ’em, i done heard it all
asked me how i been, i’m watchin’ scarface, i’m on the third floor
[chorus]
pushin’ jeep, hop out, bulletproof, i feel like gotti
wrist ap, cost me ’bout a— it’s perfect timing, yeah
money told me, double f, the feds or a ferrari?
feel like pluto in ’16, yeah, these meds keep callin’
like, why my b-tches be steady be trippin’? n-gga, i can’t call it
and my mans locked up, feel like time’s gettin’ longer
pick up your phone, don’t let it ring, bae, like, why you keep stallin’?
i can’t be stressed about no b-tch, i’m a real don dada
pushin’ jeep, hop out, bulletproof, i feel like gotti
wrist ap, cost me ’bout a— it’s perfect timing, yeah
money told me, double f, the feds or a ferrari?
feel like pluto in ’16, yeah, these meds keep callin’
like, why my b-tches be steady be trippin’? n-gga, i can’t call it
and my mans locked up, feel like time’s gettin’ longer
pick up your phone, don’t let it ring, baby, why you keep stallin’?
pick up your phone, don’t let it ring, baby, why you keep stallin’?

[outro]
why you keep stallin’? (stallin’)
like, why you keep stallin’? (stallin’)
i can’t lie, that p-ssy good, it got me fallin’ (fallin)
in love, in love (in love), mm
in love (in love), mm-mm, in love
in love, in love

- stunna gambino

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