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letra de villain - stunna gambino

[intro]
i know we ain’t picture perfect, but we worth the picture
they say one good girl is worth a thousand b-tches
i took that vow, i stood committed, then i made some millions
ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

[chorus]
i know we ain’t picture perfect, but we worth the picture
they say one good girl is worth a thousand b-tches
i took that vow, i stood committed, then i made some millions
i did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
i had to close that backdoor, i had to burn some bridges
i feel like calboy in my city, all they do is envy
we used to post up by that store sellin’ bobby to whitney
that sh-t done turned me villain, my mind need some healin’

[verse 1]
like ah-ah, you ever hear a vulture cry?
like, why? why? he was my youngin, he wasn’t ‘posed to die
i was thirteen, packin’ a .380, hangin’ with them older guys
them vultures known to slide, late when it’s cold at night
like who knew i’d make it out? i done came from nathan
f-cked up that deal, then sh-t got real, i ain’t complain for sh-t
opened my third eye, i seen the truth, i ain’t been the same since
now you see chandeliers every time my chains lit
i’m kickin’ doors down for the times that they ain’t let us in
took so many l’s, i was just prayin’ on a f-ckin’ win
this sh-t start gettin’ out of body, i’m seein’ surfin’
way far from perfect, girl, just take a step right in
[chorus]
i know we ain’t picture perfect, but we worth the picture
they say one good girl is worth a thousand b-tches
i took that vow, i stood committed, then i made some millions
i did it for the trenches and then turned rags to riches
i had to close that backdoor, i had to burn some bridges
i feel like calboy in my city, all they do is envy
we used to post up by that store sellin’ bobby to whitney
that sh-t done turned me villain, my mind need some healin’

[verse 2]
yeah, streets done made me villain, uh, i’m smokin’ dust and the kitty, uh
as soon as smoke in the air, i could never be stuck in my feelings
baby girl, i got a problem, i truly just gotta admit it, uh, uh
i’m rollin’ blunts every minute, uh, like two or three chops in a spizzy
no kizzy, you was sellin’ bobby to whitney, uh
ma, i was trappin’, forgive me, uh
pray for my dogs in the prisons, i swear you’ll be home in a minute
i was in the graveyard with vultures and gremlins, i had to go make a decision
who’d’ve thought stunna g’d beat the odds? make a living off rapping, i did it

- stunna gambino

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