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letra de can't lie - $tupid young & mbnel

[verse 1: $tupid young]
aye, n-ggas ain’t check for me when i ain’t have a penny boy
now they have respect for mecause i’m getiin’ plenty boy
countin’ all these benjis, birthdays was at denny’s boy
now i’m eatin’ stakes at maestros with some balencis boy
rockin’ all this louis, gucci, lil bit of fendi boy
gotta keep a semi toy cause i know n-ggas envy boy
as long as i’m livin’, i’ma hustle like i’m jimmyboi
you know we gon’ f-ck it up when we touch down in your city boy
now the hoes is pretty boy, asses and titties boy
strip club, throwin ones, in ’em all, spent fifties boy
if you tryna touch a bag, n-gga you should hit me boy
flex on these b-tch ass ops, that’s my inner voice
remember back then i was broke and i ain’t have a dime
now a n-gga have to grind, strategies and master mind
i just set a goal for myself then i go after mine
been through the rain with my gang so we have to shine
judge gave me three years, lucky i did half the time
came home and dropped mando, i ain’t even at my prime
you know we official with pistols when it’s battle time
ain’t his birthday but his homies make sure that his candle shine

[chorus: $tupid young]
big stepper, i be steppin’, b-tch i can’t lie
gotta put on for my section, b-tch i can’t lie
you know we be strapped with weapons, b-tch i can’t lie
catch an op and we gon’ stretch him, b-tch i can’t lie
can’t lie, can’t lie
we can’t f-ck with n-ggas playing both sides
can’t lie, can’t lie
i’ma hold it down til the day i die
[verse 2: mbnel]
ain’t nothin’ like the feelin’ that’s rushin’ before a skit
we got h-lla guns but we never show ’em, invis
my n-ggas lurkin’, lookin’ for blood just like like a tick
i used to shop lift now these people asking for pics
this n-gga h-lla mad, i’m prolly f-ckin his b-tch
why you kick it with that n-gga, when you know that n-gga a snitch?
you won’t make it far cause you scared to go take some risks
put these 40s to your fitted like we workin’ at lids
aye, i just popped a perky, finna d-ck her down
you was playing sports in high school, you talkin’ pistols now?
all they heard was gra-gra, that’s that pistol sound
you just barely got put on, b-tch, i’ve been around
thinkin’ he a boy, n-gga not you
b-tch i’m quick to blow a n-gga, like hot soup
they score on one, we double back and got two
this pistol get to sneezin’ on a n-gga, like achoo

- tupid young mbnel

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