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letra de licks & risks - trigga500k

[intro]
(mikey knew what the f-ck he was doin’ when he made this)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i took risks after risks, i hit l!ck after l!ck
i’m on a million-dollar run, l’m tryna stay up out the mix
i’m out of town puttin’ it down with another n-gga b-tch
my pocket stuffed with dog sh-t, i remember havin’ lint
i took risks after risks, i hit l!ck after l!ck
i’m on a million-dollar run, l’m tryna stay up out the mix
i’m out of town puttin’ it down with another n-gga b-tch
my pocket stuffed with dog sh-t, i remember havin’ lint

[verse]
it’s so much money to be made, l could barely get some sleep these n-ggas got they hand out, if you don’t work, then you don’t eat
i took risks after risks after risks after risks
broke as f-ck, i had to get up off my ass and get it fixed
seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, the trap open
flocka rocks, cook crack in the zoddy bowls, that’s the aroma
i hit l!ck after l!ck after l!ck after l!ck
i’m catchin’ first class flights, i never thought i’d leave the bricks
this sh-t in me, swear they ain’t on me
if they ever try to play ’round with this sh-t, i swear i’m goin’ out like i’m tony (you wanna play rough? okay, say h-llo to my little friend)
these n-ggas dyin’, tryna play tough
i know you n-ggas never peed or rolled nothin’ ’cause real k!llers never say much
i’m in that mode every time i wake up
if i send a hit and they don’t touch a n-gga top, then that’s a pay cut
in my hood, n-gga, i’m the big meech
if i don’t make a certain amount of days servin’ all my plays, n-gga, i can’t sleep
if they movin’ niffy, l’ma play and creep
underestimatin’ a n-gga, that’s how you die, this sh-t ain’t sweet
[chorus]
i took risks after risks, i hit l!ck after l!ck
i’m on a million-dollar run, l’m tryna stay up out the mix
i’m out of town puttin’ it down with another n-gga b-tch
my pocket stuffed with dog sh-t, i remember havin’ lint
i took risks after risks, i hit l!ck after l!ck
i’m on a million-dollar run, l’m tryna stay up out the mix
i’m out of town puttin’ it down with another n-gga b-tch
my pocket stuffed with dog sh-t, i remember havin’ lint

- trigga500k

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