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letra de m.i.a. - team eastside

intro: peezy

aye babyface, aye bro…
you know what i want you to do bro?
take these n-ggas all the way through my n-gga
(go all the way in on them f-ck n-ggas man)
non stop
(non-stop, turn up, c’mon)
let’s get it

verse: team eastside “babyface” ray

once a youngin’ now i’m thuggin’
ain’t got time for slugging
f-ck a woman count these hundreds
they a dime a dozen
mind was f-cked up but it was cool
knew my time was coming
grind a hundred times a hundred
ain’t gone stop for nothing
i get fly for nothing
dolce & gabbana b-tton
and a bunch of kicks
like i should do karate on ’em
my b-tch lookin’ like a louis bag of money
her n-gga m.i.a
pockets crammed with money
run up get bussed down
you p-ssy -ss n-ggas better duck down
cause i’m racked up watch bust down
every bad b-tch wanna f-ck now
every other day is a touch down
i used to be down but i’m up now
i’m so high i need to come down
the rims so high i gotta jump down
y’all little n-ggas, little n-ggas
to a n-gga like me
you don’t get it like me
unc just said ” it ain’t sh-t in these streets”
i’m just saying “how a n-gga gone eat?”
all these straps how a n-gga want beef?
all these racks how a n-gga gone sleep?
throw it on the counter
till that b-tch go beep
throw it on the gram let a freak ho see
30 minutes later now she in my suite
poorin’ champagne, tryna hit my weed
that’s yo b-tch? she ain’t sh-t
long story short, everything ain’t what it seems
(d-mn)
n-ggas aim for you
slick as oil, i be sippin’ oil
tryna slow me down, i gotta get it
who gone get it for you?
b-tches wanna f-ck the whole clique
cause they see us ballin’
i see ’em callin, i ignore ’em
ain’t got nothing for ’em
i’m tryna turn a couple thousand
to a f-ckin’ fortune
tryna trade these rims in for a couple porsches
all my n-ggas 100, all my b-tches gorgeous
if them b-tches ain’t asanti’s
then them b-tches forgi’s
i’m in a syracuse mode
b-tch i’m in the zone
f-ck a vacation let’s hit the road
let me live down the way
get them b-tches sold
i f-ck ’em then i leave ’em
do them b-tches bold
who you n-ggas think you foolin’?
man, you n-ggas hoes
talk crazy, when that pressure on you
n-ggas fold
i be doing what i want
cause these n-ggas know
i’ll turn a n-gga ghost
get you n-ggas gone
it’s still money over b-tches
family over everything
f-ck you other n-ggas
everything the same, if i want it
imma get it
ain’t sh-t change
i only f-ck with real n-ggas
m.i.a

- team eastside

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