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letra de nine fiftyfour - tc b1ly

[chorus]
i’m a stick up kid, you can tell by my walk
b-tches love how my t–th shine when i talk
big facts until i’m lying in court
can’t chat to me, my hittas ride in the war
when i was at my lowest, were you there? no
my n-gga flying birds like a scarecrow
run up new money and the pesos
bro dug out old money for a draco

[verse 1]
i was four when i got a pair of 110’s
i ain’t looked back once then
how many kegs got l!cked and i shot them
they was talking sh-t on the net till i spot them
bro went hollywood, left his n-gga in the hood
got my hands on buj, had to hustle in my boogz
no one felt para cah i bought it to the shubs
double up on cars if we’re doubling thе whoosh
stepped on the mud, it’s got my foot mark on it
big profits, could buy two cars from it
stiff lossеs, you couldn’t bounce back
quarter racks when i put cheese into mousetraps
and that’s raw sh-t, i kept it raw in my nike’s
trench living, how it feel to survive
leng women, they wanna f-ck with me more
i took her shopping, now she wanna f-ck in dior
[chorus]
i’m a stick up kid, you can tell by my walk
b-tches love how my t–th shine when i talk
big facts until i’m lying in court
can’t chat to me, my hittas ride in the war
when i was at my lowest, were you there? no
my n-gga flying birds like a scarecrow
run up new money and the pesos
bro dug out old money for a draco

[verse 2]
if my money comes short like carlton
then i will fill waps like it’s harlem
bro you’ll get your wig split back, not a problem
and i’ll take your kojo funds with no warning
don’t keep the burner by the bush, it don’t stay there
cah when it’s popping off there ain’t time for “wait there”
i ain’t never lacking and my bro said “same here”
live what i rap, i’m tryna blow in the same year
and they say i play way too much with my life
risky on road, how you think we survived?
twisted and violent, shh got my silence
merk off the messenger and shoot at my rivals
send ’em smoke up and down the road
grip the pole, plate the hoopty and go
schiz and not dumb, i’ll go bun man alone
i know you’re a gunman with gang but are you a gunman alone?
[chorus]
i’m a stick up kid, you can tell by my walk
b-tches love how my t–th shine when i talk
big facts until i’m lying in court
can’t chat to me, my hittas ride in the war
when i was at my lowest, were you there? no
my n-gga flying birds like a scarecrow
run up new money and the pesos
bro dug out old money for a draco

- tc b1ly

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