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letra de sage - treso

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[intro]
eleven o’one on the beat man

[chorus]
this one for all the hatin’ n-ggas who ain’t believe in me
i had to go and ask my girl what she see in me
she put my in the top five and i ain’t even three
it made me go harder then a b-tch, im on a k!llin’ spree
i just copped a whole pack of [?], f-ck the energy
i turn my habbits into’ money makin’ [?]
i just copped me a new ar for my enemies
i keep a mirrior on my shoulder for my frienemies
im in the booth just like a lab rat, smokin’ za za
one up in his dad, half rap him up like uh [?]
want me to make a song for her, nah nah nah nah nah
i told her to get nasty, make it disappear like voilà
i had to switch my circle up, my n-ggas to the road to rich
and we can’t conversate, unless its money, you won’t roll the sh-t
i’ll take a n-ggas booty, fall back nd’ take his other b-tch
jack of all trades, i then went and found another n-gga
i was messin’ round with this girl, she knew voodoo but who knew?
my pistol c-ck nd’ loaded got a glock, uh 22
i done moved the atl, gotta shotty just like [?]
nd’ you know i play about it, catch a body just like [?]
tryina take my brother out the door, yhea
i don’t know its like he trappin’ took his soul, yhea
gettin’ this sh-t out the mud on my own, man
so n0body can tell me that they put me on
when i needed yall the most, yall wasn’t answerin’ the phone
[verse 1]
white tee, rockin’ that like yankie [?]
i was f-ckin’ b-tches in the back of that lil honda civic
12 always slid, when we was boxin’ but them windows tinted
surrounded myself with money now i gotta new addiction
show up in that market catchin’ pips, i look like scotty pippen
i turned my life around, start dodgin’ cases like my last name clinton
bro ain’t on that heroine but he still sippin’ on that liquid
the codeine made him lean, no needin’ the clinic
i prolly won’t ever get no peace, till the day i rest
my cousin die before 21, rip to [?]
for him i go hard in the studio, i ain’t gettin’ rest
i made a plan for my life, draw it out just like a sketch
first step is run up a bag and the second is advance
third step is get mama crib, i’m changin’ her address
get one of those luxury closets that’s there when she get dressed
nd the fourth is nirvana, im tired of being depressed

[chorus]
this one for all the hatin’ n-ggas who ain’t believe in me
i had to go and ask my girl what she see in me
she put my in the top five and i ain’t even three
it made me go harder then a b-tch, im on a k!llin’ spree
i just copped a whole pack of [?], f-ck the energy
i turn my habbits into’ money makin’ [?]
i just copped me a new ar for my enemies
i keep a mirrior on my shoulder for my frienemies
im in the booth just like a lab rat, smokin’ za za
one up in his dad, half rap him up like uh [?]
want me to make a song for her, nah nah nah nah nah
i told her to get nasty, make it disappear like voilà
i had to switch my circle up, my n-ggas to the road to rich
and we can’t conversate, unless its money, you won’t roll the sh-t
i’ll take a n-ggas booty, fall back nd’ take his other b-tch
jack of all trades, i then went and found another n-gga
i was messin’ round with this girl, she knew voodoo but who knew?
my pistol c-ck nd’ loaded got a glock, uh 22
i done moved the atl, gotta shotty just like [?]
nd’ you know i play about it, catch a body just like [?]
tryina take my brother out the door, yhea
i don’t know its like he trappin’ took his soul, yhea
gettin’ this sh-t out the mud on my own, man
so n0body can tell me that they put me on
when i needed yall the most, yall wasn’t answerin’ the phone
[outro]
smoke
(tryina take my brother out the door, yhea
i don’t know its like trappin’ took his soul, yhea
gettin’ this sh-t out the mud on my own, man
so n0body can tell me that the put me on)

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