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letra de right now - t clipse

[intro: t clipse]
yeah

[pre chorus: t clipse]
pipe down tinted windows ridin’ round
you hit my phone i’m wit the bros right now, right now, right now (yeah)
that’s undisclosed right now (right now)

[chorus: t clipse]
pipe down tinted windows ridin’ round (ridin’ round)
you hit my phone i’m wit the bros right now, right now, right now (right now)
where i’m at that’s undisclosed right now
i opened up my feelings closed right down, right down, right down (yeah)
pipe down tinted windows ridin’ round
you hit my phone i’m wit the bros right now, right now, right now
where i’m at undisclosed right now
i opened up my feelings closed right down, right down, right down

[verse 1: t clipse]
my feelings been locked away (yeah)
i’m lost and i’m plotting escape
acting funny bout the money
yo that’s how you get popped in yo face
if i’m a dog, out the cage
thanking god, no complaints
the judge been nasty to my people yo i pray they drop the case
i rose up from concrete
why they treat me like a weed? (why?)
buy my love a llc y’all can keep the double c’s
on my p’s i might cop a q go out and catch the breeze
took my vows in this game promised her i’d never leave (never)
highs and lows gotta stay the course
always big steppin’ size 11’s boutta break the floor
man in the mirror told me he can’t take no more
so i told him step it up, like what you waiting for?
[chorus: t clipse]
pipe down tinted windows ridin’ round (ridin’ round)
you hit my phone i’m wit the bros right now, right now, right now (right now)
where i’m at that’s undisclosed right now
i opened up my feelings closed right down, right down, right down (yeah)
pipe down tinted windows ridin’ round
you hit my phone i’m wit the bros right now, right now, right now
where i’m at undisclosed right now
i opened up my feelings closed right down, right down, right down

[verse 2: don dzy]
my location off, dnd i’m gone
you might gon’ get you dzy, but you ain’t seeing don
about a year a thousand racks is what in sleeping on
i take a puff of dead n-ggas i’m konnichiwa
i pray to my god, like who should i slide on?
he told me dzy let bygones be bygones
he still living on the same street his brother died on
my left hand is obelisk my right hand’s a skygod

- t clipse

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