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letra de don’t b affraid - tony shhnow

[intro]
so you miss me?
nope
you cap as h-ll

[chorus]
i wake up and feel how i feel
when she see the money, then she do whatever i say
she bossed the f-ck up, but surrender when we in that room
she get on her knees, show me faith
that check on me, i gotta do what i gotta do
old hunnids on me, but i’m still gonna act brand new
i buddah my jeans, in this fake ass world i’m true
i left you on read, i been counting them blues
i’m fresh then the f-ck, like the first day of school
heat on my hip we ain’t tryna be cool
wе good by ourself we got nothing to prove
shе think i do magic
from nothing to something, i hop out the coupe
no alcoholic, i got standing to proof
religion my jeans so know i’m the truth

[verse]
i can’t fake funk only know how to be real
if you feel some way, don’t be afraid how you feel
i’m counting dead white men and live how i live
i’m waking up everyday tryna get rich
my money twerk off of twerking my wrist
i got a b-tch that love me and she thick
i’m taking chances, i’m chasing the risk
i always touch money when i feel like this
fresh off the act going skitz, model hoes showing they tits
i work on her body, remix
tony the future, rock gucci, i’m trappin free bricks
i’m smoking on strong that’s gonna f-ck off the strength
i call out the play and you post on the bench
i just ate but my mind on a mill
i wake up every morning and feel how i feel
[chorus]
i wake up and feel how i feel
when she see the money, then she do whatever i say
she bossed the f-ck up, but surrender when we in that room
she get on her knees, show me faith
that check on me, i gotta do what i gotta do
old hunnids on me, but i’m still gonna act brand new
i buddah my jeans, in this fake ass world i’m true
i left you on read, i been counting them blues
i’m fresh then the f-ck, like the first day of school
heat on my hip we ain’t tryna be cool
we good by ourself we got nothing to prove
she think i do magic
from nothing to something, i hop out the coupe
no alcoholic, i got standing to proof
religion my jeans so know i’m the truth

- tony shhnow

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