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letra de war wounds - thommy propane

told the bro’s my palms itchin
sh-t they itchin for that paper won’t be long n-gga
til we ballin like the lakers i’m in my zone n-gga
you thought you came up on a l!ck you got the wrong n-gga
send him and his homes wit em
i seent the devil mirraaa
spirit broke out i let it clear up
why do n-ggas fear us
swervin lane to lane who gone steer for us
shorty f-ck wit me and she know she gone get her spirit touched
jump in like i double dutch
shorty wanna tummy tuck
me i wanna bentley truck
start a only fans
i’m tryn see if you can run it up
let’s go put this hunnid up
i used to study finance
that’s how i got my numbers up
a dumb n-gga can’t f-ck wit us

i just felt the room shake
no one in this room safe
i just turn saiyan what i’m sayin look like blue ray
don’t listen to them fools say
make another move and i’m gone let this pistol loose
see i still got sh-t to prove
how the f-ck we gone get rich ?
who told you this was easy
if yo mind can’t see them billions how the f-ck gone receive em
haters wanna see me fail but
it’s my turn to win
i had n-ggas in my corner still felt like they was against me
it’s this money and my burner
i feel like i deserve it
i said shout out to my brothers
ion got no other personals
and the world a b-tch
but me i’m ike turner
all then sins that i committed made me feel it i ain’t perfect

and my head in the rain
i feel it on the inside
who deserve the blame
woke up and i’m still high
picture perfect frame
she left me but you still mine
i deserved that pain
that’s what i came to realize

these war wounds done healed let’s go to war again
aye if you let me score before then i’m gone score again
that rain didn’t bring me pain so let it pour again
at follies and my money on the floor again
d-mn
i need another one a those
the babies need some summer clothes
direct me to the street
i know some n-ggas runnin those
champaign dreams know some n-ggas that don’t f-ck wit toast
go and chase a check
wit the the n-ggas that you f-ck wit most
wait
these n-ggas can’t f-ck wit me god
and to be next to me i tell em that’s a luxury god
i put that pedal to that metal do it comfortably god
and if them n-ggas can’t keep up they need to f-ck wit me god
i’m on my high horse my hi hats like climax
wit high notes
my hoe house her habitat
i feel her where her passion at
and she can’t take the mask off that
to me it’s everlasting it’s like magic i put on beats and speak classics my speech on fleek i’m fantastic

if i did what you do i’d be number 2
and if i loved how you loved we woulda been through
check
if i ran how you ran i woulda missed my journey
and if yo paper was my paper i woulda leaked my worries
i only leak my mind

- thommy propane

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