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letra de stokeleyflow - thr$hrrich

[intro]
what i reveal
when i get to spinnin’, you gon’ need a shield
like you runnin’ track, but you won’t need a field
i dunk like shaquille, like my last name o’neal
my 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
might beat up the p-ssy like i’m emmit till
like shaquille, like my last name o’neal
my 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
might beat up the p-ssy like i’m emmett till
yah, yah, i know-i know why they hate
why?
cause they can’t get

[interlude]
plug!
trap-a-holics mixtapes
you know what? i think we’re gonna be friends

[verse 1]
i’m just 17, never signed no deal
you know when i spin, i’m shooting to k!ll
the industry hate, no love for the real
you get in that jam, i know you gon squeal
these n-ggas is b-tches, they wearing high heels
she said i’m a snack, ate me like a meal
got love for my city, they know how i feel
you run up on me, like an orange you get peeled
you never took sh-t, all you did was steal
when i hit a mil, that sh-t was unreal
they really don’t know me, just what i reveal
when i get to spinnin’, you gon’ need a shield
like you runnin’ track, but you won’t need a field
i dunk like shaquille, like my last name o’neal
my 20s be green, but my 100s be teal
might beat up the p-ssy like i’m emmett till

[chorus]
yah, yah i know why they hate
why?
cause they can’t get what the f-ck is on my plate
nah!
and they really want it, but they really can’t, n-gga
ima hit this shot, like fadeaway
fadeaway
ima hit a shot, like fadeaway
fadeaway
ima hit a f-fadeaway
fadeaway
all my n-ggas never taking breaks
nah!
f-ck a, f-ck around and break the bank
what?
f-ck a, f-ck around and break the bank, yeah
f-ck, f-ck around and break the bank, nah
f-ck, f-ck around and break the bank
f-ck, f-ck around and break the bank

[verse 2]
aye, i got the pack i’m servin’ the fiends
n-gga talk down, he get popped like a bean
f-ckin’ your b-tch & ending the scene
i got no love for this b-tch, i’m in love with the green
ooh, ayy, ayy
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch in a maybach
your b-tch is so laid-back
stack my guap, like some haystacks
yuh, yuh
f-ckin your b-tch in a maybach
me and neno go way back
run it up like a racetrack
we ball out, where the base at?
just wanna f-ck, just say that
hit the 3, with the fadeaway
drink lean like it’s gatorade
got sh-t, i’ll take it to the grave
never fold, i’ll never break
put that on my soul i’ll never fade
ayy, ayy
hit the jump shot, then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
then i fadeaway
aye

- thrhrrich

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