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letra de plot twist - the kidd teejay

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(intro)
i said it before, and i’ll say it again
life moves pretty fast
if you don’t stop and look around once in a while
you could miss it
ay, ay
yeah, ay

(verse 1)
i put the hood on the map, my n-gga got so many straps
they keepin’ a k
i used to ride in a cab, now i’m moving hard for that cash, i want me a wraith
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, i’ll send your ass to the devil if you wanna play
you fake n-ggas gotta move careful, you tryna play with the gang, we put you in graves
my grandmama said i was special, coz i’m so good with the pen like i’m using paint
got too many hoes on my mind, but i gotta stay on my grind you f-ck n-ggas ain’t
my n-ggas be ready to slide, you n-ggas gon get unalived we’ll send you away
she said she was mine she but lied, if she got a n-gga on the side i put him in his place, ay
and i got so many cash, b-tch, i’m feeling great
i flew in a model from turks she tried to unb-tton my shirt while giving me face
now she off the perks, she takes off her skirt, i blow her back out in the rave
she going berserk, she blow me so good that i gotta give her a raise

(verse 2)
i said it before, and i’ll say it again
life moves pretty fast
if you don’t stop and look around once in a while
you could miss it
yeah, ay, yeah
astro, ay, yeah
got more coming in everyday
got more coming in everyday
you n-ggas be spending alot
ain’t talk about money you save
my b-tch she in love with my drip
your b-tch, she all over my d-ck
you n-ggas be talking ’bout sh-t
while i’m over here making hits
young n-gga, been popping my sh-t, okay
on top of the game’s where i sit, okay
just started, so i’ll never quit, okay
you fake n-ggas, you better stay away
i cut this sh-t open like razor blades
my flow so explosive like a grenade
my job is to murder them 808s
don’t step up to me, you should be afraid
b-tch, i am the combo of cole and drake
born sinner, if you reading this it’s too late
i rap just to get some dough on my plate
my bars out this world like it’s outer sp-ce
you rap about guns, but don’t own a k
you rap about gold, but your chains are fake
my cheques getting fat like they gaining weight
the game is all mine, it ain’t yours to take

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