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letra de el negro - toohda band$

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i’m gettin’ money, gettin’ high
boy, that petty-ass stack, you only hustle to get by
my closet look like nieman’s, i be flyer than the sky
you don’t gotta say you hate me, i can see it in your eyes
all i need in my house is a vacuum seal
i’m in new york running plays like the buffalo bills
my n-gga steady tryna spin, had to tell him to chill
let the beef calm down, that’s how you get ’em for real
pull up on a n-gga, get to sendin’ him
keep on net tweakin’, you gon’ end up on the citizen’s
pull up on your block, we even sprayin’ at the innocent
i’d do it by myself if it was ten of them
wocky in my cup, i just mix it with quagen
runtz got my face funny, they thinking i’m asian
hit portland, trailing packs like i play for the blazer
n-gga, this a dodge ‘cat, we treat ’em like scr-pers
you ain’t got no money for me, i’ll speak to you later
i took my b-tch to fleming’s, y’all eating at capers
same n-gga used to clown me needing a favor
i barely chase my lean, so why would i chase her?
man, this sh-t different
how you hanging with that n-gga and you know that he be snitching?
i’m really ’bout my money, bruh, you all for the b-tches
i done seen my uncle make a hundred thou’ in the kitchen
yeah, that’s why i’m really trapping
on hayes street with them thugs is where i seen the action
granny, that’s your grandson, you heard that pistol clapping
i wish i could bring you back just to see you laughing
yeah, that sh-t made me cry
n-ggas took reg and nate, n-ggas made me slide
i been thinking every day, “these n-ggas gotta die”
when i heard you left this earth, it left me traumatized
i’m rolling ‘woods back to back, i’m tryna touch the sky
i’m rolling roy every day, this n-gga get me high
at empire in the meeting with a big four-five
a n-gga touch a hair on me, guaranteed you die
this biscotti 59, this ain’t no cherry pie
my mama asked me how i’m doing, i said, “i’m very high”
at benihana’s smelling funky, looking cherry-eyed
it’s only forties and choppers, we don’t carry nines
[outro]
oh, papi, i wish i was with you right now
yeah, me too
mmm, mi poon está mojada
yeah?
well, you ever heard of el niño?
yeah
well, this is el negro
come on down here and let me tap that ass
negro, what the h-ll are you doing to my woman?
i don’t know, i must—
suga?
huh?
what the h-ll are you doing to my nephew?
oh, i thought that was you, baby
come on, baby
i’m faded, feeling x-rated
it’s mister nasty time
oh, mister nasty time
it’s mister nasty time
but take it easy on my back
be back in a minute

- toohda band

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