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letra de on the road - stunna gambino

[intro]
hate to see my doggy in them shackles ’cause we here
started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier
now the crib on uncle phil, you don’t know how this sh-t feel
tell the trenches that i’m back, it’s gon’ be a long year (yeah)

[chorus]
hate to see my doggy in them shackles ’cause we here
started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier (chandelier)
now the crib on uncle phil (uncle phil), you don’t know how this sh-t feel
tell the trеnches that i’m back (yeah), it’s gon’ be a long yеar
i got the money, i got a mansion, i bought the jeans, i got the clothes
that’s when it all fell down, that’s when my doggy got parole
heard some fake news on the block, somethin’ ’bout stunna sold his soul
live every day like it’s your last ’cause you don’t know how this sh-t go
lately, i been on the road

[verse]
hmm, went from ebt to btc, we was
on them corners trappin’ two for threes, n-gga
i got what you need, huh (i got what you need)
started with a dollar and a dream
i know some ooters in the towns, they shoot like steve
they don’t even take they ski off
i’m with a baddie, she with her friend, we havin’ threesomes (we havin’ three)
ain’t tuckin’ all my diamond links, they ain’t never seen those
i remember doin’ open mics, now it’s arenas (yeah)
i pop out marni, marni, marni, i’m lookin’ cleaner
i done dropped out, how i end up grade a? shout out g-mon (shout out g)
my mama told me since a jit, “boy, you gon’ be somethin’,” yeah
and that’s on god, n-gga (that’s on god)
i made it out, i fed the streets, i beat the odds, n-gga (i beat the odds)
you can’t eat up off this plate if you ain’t starve with us (if you ain’t starve)
should’ve kept it real from the jump, should’ve stood on all business (should’ve stood on all)
i wanna k!ll n-ggas, i wanna rob n-ggas (i wanna rob)
but i can’t crash out, gotta ball on ’em, yeah
[chorus]
hate to see my doggy in them shackles ’cause we here
started in them projects, now my neck on chandelier (chandelier)
now the crib on uncle phil (uncle phil), you don’t know how this sh-t feel
tell the trenches that i’m back (yeah), it’s gon’ be a long year
i got the money, i got a mansion, i bought the jeans, i got the clothes (i got the clothes)
that’s when it all fell down, that’s when my doggy got parole (got parole)
heard some fake news on the block, somethin’ ’bout stunna sold his soul
live every day like it’s your last ’cause you don’t know how this sh-t go
lately, i been on the road

[outro]
went from ebt to btc, we was
on them corners trappin’ two for threes, n-gga
i got what you need, huh
started with a dollar and a dream
i know some ooters from the towns, they shoot like steve
they don’t even take they ski off
i’m with a baddie, she with her friend, we havin’ threesomes (we havin’ three)
ain’t tuckin’ all my diamond links, they ain’t never seen those
i remember doin’ open mics, now it’s arenas (yeah)
i pop out marni, marni, marni, i’m lookin’ cleaner
yeah

- stunna gambino

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