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letra de randy moss - the underachievers

[intro]
ydna

[verse 1: issa gold]
yeah, (let’s go!) (let’s go!) (let’s go!)
n-gg-s ain’t lit
watching your b-tch take a sip, when a n-gg- walk in with a drip
i pour it and sip
n-gg- ride round with the crips, we got blood n-gg-s down for the sh-t
i’m choppin’ a spliff
n-gg- finessing the twist, i got fetti inside of my fist
i gotta get all my n-gg-s to rich
we gotta flex when i come through this b-tch
told her to slide like i domin’ the whip
fallen in line, militant on the strip
peepin’ the 5th arogot on my kicks
meetin’ the clip, if you f-ck with the clique
i got the flame
n-gg- don’t f-ck with the fame, but i’m lovin’ the checks on the way
just left the bank
tell her was lovin’ the stank, but he can swear i was hustling packs
might be a fact
knowin’ my homie was strapped, he thought twice about spittin’ the smack
n-gg-s is whack
talkin’ bout sh-t that they lack, while the real n-gg-s chill and relax
tattin’ your face, and then gettin’ no racks
pump on your breaks, you be goin’ too fast
tryna be n-gg-s that’s getting the cash
when you know d-mn well you gettin’ no bag
93 weed, we blowing the gas
used to do psychedelics, that sh-t in the past
she never chilled with a n-gg- who’ mind is intact
she don’t smoke but she hittin’ the wax
smoke one you n-gg-s don’t need me a mac
b-mpin’ my n-gg- pouya in the ‘lac
smokin’ too much think my lungs might collapse
but i’m blowin’ the dope till i finally nap

[chorus – issa gold]
yeah we was born to be lit
ind, yeah go hard off the strip
grabbin’ the work, i’ma cop me a brick
cappin’ you lying, you jussie smollett
n-gg- the gang, the coast, bang the most
came in the spot, i was drippin’ off
throwin’ it up, n-gg- wantin’ more
grippin’ the p-ss, n-gg- randy moss

[bridge – akthesaviour]
smokin’ that loud, i can’t hear them fools hatin’
if shorty act up, i find a replacement
always keep one in the chamber, mcgrady
not tryna brag, this is how the street made me
don’t try to fight it, it’s prophecy baby
you got you a night, so just hop in mercedes
i rolled the dice, and the outcome was crazy
straight out the bullsh-t, might catch you some rabies

[verse 2 – akthesaviour]
i pack a punch, like i’m pacquiao
filled when the package out, but not for long
hit them shorts, and they package down
n-gg-s be always alarmed, cus they lackin’ out
i find it tragic, i turn to a savage now
still i find balance, hard to tame the beast
f-ck on the freak, and now i feel relief
she on my main, she ‘dress when i’ma need
got my brain on the paper, sleepin’ countin’ g’s
long as my mama proud, keep ’em flashing them [?], like wylin out
gotta patent my style, cus they on the prowl
take a hit of this flower, you throw the towel
i been mobbin’ all night, like a f-cking owl
if it ain’t ’bout some money, then i’ll be out
both my necklaces flooded, but ain’t no clouds
st. laurent when i’m covered, they wipe me down
find my way out the rubble, some haters’ll love it
fresh off the plane, with the jane in the luggage
drop outta school, then i raised up my budget
spreading that knowledge, i learned to the public
throwin’ us up, but a n-gg- ain’t budgin’
eyes full of hoes, like a n-gg-, mclovin
a$ap my fools, with a push of a b-tton
move on my own, or you n-gg-s is puppets

- the underachievers

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