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letra de can't leave - tony shhnow

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[intro: pmar]
aye, aye, aye, aye
notice i got my strap, notice i got my strap
aye, aye

[chorus: pmar]
i can’t even leave unless i got my strap
ar-15 with the draco in my lap
i can get some money, watch me put it in the bag
f-ck it, cause’ you know i had to stack
real drugs, smokin’ exotic in the back
i was livin’ large with my money in my hand
yeah i like designer, i could rock it in the trap
and i get my money, told my b-tch to bring it back

[verse 1: tony shhnow]
yeah i just left the spot, you know i keep the glock
i don’t leave the shop without that thirty and a knot
you know i feel like curry, put my wrist up in the pot
you know i feel like al horford when i come up out that block
pourin’ up the drop
your b-tch wanna f-ck me, hold that down cause’ she be hot
snuck in with that tech and [?] pockets that finesse
wake up in the trap and then you know i hit the benz’
wake up in the trap and then you know i gotta spend
shawty came through and you know she brought her friend
and i’m havin’ real gas, plug came in
half a pound, whole pound, what you tryna spend?
[chorus: pmar]
i can’t even leave unless i got my strap
ar-15 with the draco in my lap
i can get some money, watch me put it in the bag
f-ck it, cause’ you know i had to stack
real drugs, smokin’ exotic in the back
i was livin’ large with my money in my hand
yeah i like designer, i could rock it in the trap
and i get my money, told my b-tch to bring it back

[verse 2: 10kdunkin]
i told that b-tch to bring it back, f-ck that b-tch won’t call her back
i’m walkin’ in this b-tch mean muggin’ cause’ i know i got my strap
you know i’m runnin’ to the money, prolly’ did a hunnid’ laps
i got that money on my mind, i got that money on my mental
i be hoppin’ out that audi and this tint look presidential
i be hoppin’ out that coupe, h-ll nah this ain’t no rental
walkin’ in designer shoes, i got gold on my denim
this hoe tryna live me [?] if it’s bout’ a play then hit my jack
i’m finessin’ off a @, my n-ggas trappin’ flippin’ packs
and i trust all of my n-ggas, i know that they got my back
i’m in this two door, ain’t no back
road to the racks, i can’t look back
i walk into saks, i can’t go back

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