letra de in my plans - tay b
[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
yeah, i just told the plug send another load
i remember me and my brothers, we was sharing clothes
now these n-ggas showin’ me love ’cause they see i’m on
i remember i was grindin’, doin’ this sh-t alone
i’m from the hood of the d, but i got bigger goals
i’m tryna be worldwide, not just local known
i can sell everything except sell my soul
and i’m way too school to talk over phones
yeah, yeah
the only time they call my phone when they be askin’ to hold
i know they ain’t gon’ give it back, i’m rich, so i can’t trip on that
you know that i get n-ggas whacked, but i ain’t gon’ get into that
spin a n-gga block, n0body died, so we spinnin’ back
b-tch, just because your house dirty, you ain’t in the trap
with this glock, you know i ain’t shocked, got n-ggas in the ‘raq
n-ggas keep claimin’ that they steppers, now they handicapped
[chorus]
run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans
then pop out and sh-t on n-ggas when i can
n-ggas get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin’
fake-ass opps, man, these n-ggas really fans
run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans
then pop out and sh-t on n-ggas when i can
n-ggas get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin’
fake-ass opps, man, these n-ggas really fans
[verse 2]
yeah, man, i love my dog for life, but this sh-t ain’t the same
showed your hand way too many times, you had me feelin’ strange
and they be sayin’ n-ggas sneak dissin’ and mention your name
if that was me, i’m pressin’ n-ggas for mentionin’ gang
you keep my name in your mouth, man, that’s f-g sh-t
how i’m spoon-fed? from thirteen, i ain’t have sh-t
how the f-ck you mad at me, n-gga, ’cause i’m mad rich?
i’ll turn a weak ho to a bad b-tch
n-ggas playin’ both sides, you know you dead wrong, huh, huh
tell me how you want your headstone, huh, huh
i just wanna beat like the headphones, huh, huh
you the type to call the feds on me
how we hustled together and you tell on me?
how the f-ck you gon’ try to put jail on me?
gave you the ball and you failed on me
you got caught, how you tryna put this l on me?
[chorus]
run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans
then pop out and sh-t on n-ggas when i can
n-ggas get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin’
fake-ass opps, man, these n-ggas really fans
run it up, stay low, and get rich was in our plans
then pop out and sh-t on n-ggas when i can
n-ggas get some money, then they spend it, man, they playin’
fake-ass opps, man, these n-ggas really fans
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- juice newton › letra de i'm dancing as fast as i can - juice newton
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- the four seasons › letra de the night - the four seasons
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