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letra de forever paid - toosii

uh)
(yea)
they know i’m forever paid
i got them racks right inside of my pocket i ain’t doing no minimum wage
he send a blitz then we gettin’ em hit
i ain’t come to play
he know we draw k’s
thought that we gone fade
b-tch, well i’ma make a stain
new cutter, in a cullinan like a dopeboy he shouldn’t be no problem
now we got the drop i be riding wit ole’ boy
swerve through the hood
my sh-t go scrrt
young n-ggas in the hood like oh boy
know my bag
thirty in my mag
f-ck what you know boy
brodie just hit me like cool
aight f-ck it, now how we gone play it
told em’ that we gone sit on that b-tch for a month
then we gone spray it
since n-ggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
we gone let they block be the place that we link and play at

brodie been yelling out free bodies for a month now
hit the block we gone hunt down
sweet on em’ we gone run down
told em’ ditch the gl!ck, put the gun down
talking bout his face card good
tell em show his face in our hood
cause we on the back street and we pack heat
we been wishing y’all would
full all that tough sh-t
know who he run wit
we can run in his crib
but that sh-t ain’t where the funds is
and if he ain’t got no racks
then we gone take em where the plug is we gone show em
i ain’t the n-gga he wanna f-ck wit

gangsta love
i ain’t got love, if the n-gga ain’t a gangsta wack n-gga wit a lil bit of bread
they don’t f-ck that n-gga, know he a w-nksta
i be tired of the fakers
sooner or later we gone face em
and i hope he got his gl!ck
even if he do, then we gone bang em

(uh)
(yea)
they know i’m forever paid
i got them racks right inside of my pocket i ain’t doing no minimum wage
he send a blitz then we gettin’ em hit
i ain’t come to play
he know we draw k’s
thought that we gone fade
b-tch, well i’ma make a stain
new cutter, in a cullinan like a dopeboy he shouldn’t be no problem
now we got the drop i be riding wit ole’ boy
swerve through the hood
my sh-t go scrrt
young n-ggas in the hood like oh boy
know my bag
thirty in my mag
f-ck what you know boy
brodie just hit me like cool
aight f-ck it, now how we gone play it
told em’ that we gone sit on that b-tch for a month
then we gone spray it
since n-ggas play cool and give the drop to where they lay at
we gone let they block be the place that we link and play at

still in the hood wit the d-boyz
keep it g-lock, no decoy
beef wit old ass n-ggas like leroy
f-ck i look like smoking a lil’ boy
come on they block and let it bang
shoot through the tv no choice
he gone die for me to f-ck his baby mama, she moist
i done did it from upstate to carolina’s
he said that he did it, ain’t hear about em
seen em in person, ain’t care about em

n-gga died from a wreck and he swear he shot em
b-tch i don’t do no cap
i could take me a nap
run a lap
i’ma don like dada
lil cuz do voodoo
put v’s on a n-gga
i ain’t gotta call my top shotta
i be solo, solo
and he probably gone talk like he on gang time
i be on demon time
i still a bang mine
i’m the top recruit in my city, n-gga ain’t i still a go out in public
i’m bout my lonely ain’t i

- toosii

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