letra de blan gogh - toney blanco
[intro]
talking that g.o.d.m.c sh-t for real
today is the mothaf-ckin’ day (yup)
[verse 1]
look, i hear a lot of rappers talkin’ silly
need a netflix special, put all jokes aside, who f-ckin’ wit me really?
remember back when i was pinchin’ pen-
scratch that i’m still pinching pennies, bills i got plenty feel me
look, but i was blessed with a divine mind, blanc the lyrical einstein
make bomb sh-t, plus i’m so good a math
if i spit a chopper at ya crew, like a denominators two
or a gluteal cleft it split your ass in half
n-ggas know my type like i’m rae sremmurd
how many loss have you taken that made you hate the winners?
did me wrong, i just ain’t bittеr
but it never sat right, like praying to whitе jesus before we ate dinner
b-tch n-ggas claim it’s straps inside them purses, sounding real madea
lately i done had a ultra ego, feeling real vegeta
shawty text my phone like hit the line before you park the “v” up
got her scratchin’ like a alley cat, she get that p-ssy beat up (ugh)
no harry potter my woods magic
i just hope my little man inherit my good habits
(laugh) nah for real
[aj]
yo dad you going crazy
[toney blanco]
i know
tryna change for the better, but they can’t accept a different you
feeling like i’m ghost, hope i don’t die for owning different truths
was taught if you goin’ do it n-gga do it right
guns and b-tter, get you popped in secret like it’s movie night
[chorus]
but you can’t play clean and know how dirty the game is
and i don’t wanna flex just for y’all entertainment
i’m hopin’ i get paid for all these pictures i painted
cause i don’t really wanna die broke and be famous
and i don’t wanna f-ck wit all these b-tches that’s jaded
but she suck the life out me, had me feeling sedated
i’m hopin’ i get paid for all these pictures i painted
cause i don’t really wanna die broke and be famous
[verse 2]
they buzz for a light year, but i went above and beyond
how you compare em’ to me, they back on the coach like hassan
runnin’ they mouths still, talkin’ bout yours truly
got good wit the foot work, now i’m movin’ like jerry jeudy
been feeling like dog years, n-gga that fast livin’
let’s see how she carry/(sha’carri) herself, it’s too many fast women
everything fake now, it’s too many bad b-tches
but here’s a reality check, it hit like a ass whippin’
all you hear is gllldddt-bow-bow we adlibbin’
coroners a throw you in a bag like fab did it
for real, been quiet four years and n0body made it still
be the first man to walk on the moon they gotta kneel/(neil)
tables turn, you getting decked, gotta deal wit it
no sloucher, food voucher, i’m the meal/(mill) ticket
blanc good they rot wood, i couldn’t build wit it
nothing was the same like drake n-gga i’m still different
[chorus]
but you can’t play clean and know how dirty the game is
and i don’t wanna flex just for y’all entertainment
i’m hopin’ i get paid for all these pictures i painted
cause i don’t really wanna die broke and be famous
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- letra de lasso - 9ope
- letra de watcha gonna - hide spikes
- letra de so to speak - sting
- letra de barcelona - jão
- letra de de poes van tante loes - de zware jongens
- letra de sommer in schweden - revolverheld
- letra de head on the campus - yung god
- letra de kiss the moon - unkindness of ravens