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letra de runnin' out - veeze

[intro]
you a- you- you n-ggas broke as a joke like
eddie murphy, im a real street n-gga, i be
never’ll be commercial

[verse]
i used to be runnin’ out of money
n-gga nowadays i ain’t runnin’ out of nothing
lil baby attitude was funky
everything change, she ain’t fronting, she f-cking
open up the pack its skunky
twenty eight grams cost a n-gga $500
when you see double cup i ain’t stunting
problem on my back like a motherf-cking monkey

stretch so much dope, we ain’t stressing nothing
you could make a half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
that n-gga think he tough, we’ll press his b-tton
put the roof in the trunk with the press of a b-tton
i’m really living life, i ain’t flеxing, or nothing
i pull up late to work but i ain’t never been a flunky
i rеally gotta thumb though the check to get h-rny
i don’t even f-ck my wife i’m having s-x to the money
that n-gga really broke as a joke, eddie murphy
i’m a real street n-gga, i could never go commercial
i’m a wavygang baby, living life like a surfer
rockin’ chrome hearts shades when a n-gga feeling nerdy
he a real life nerd, he ain’t never seen a birdie
n-gga stealing all my swag, going home and rehearsing it
i got real mob ties, get you kidnapped and murdered
i’ll show your ass a bunch of brown squares like a hershey

word to my n-gga rock, going marni on marni
and i’m hood rich like my n-gga king, i really got money on money
young street n-gga never signed a deal, spend thousands on thousands on garments
any n-gga ever sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
i wake up i’m drinking this drank like its coffee
i’m smoking that dank like i’m damian marley
we rob with them choppers like davidson, harley
(?)

f-ck her so good she wanna stay ’til the morning
throwing it at me, i ain’t say that i want it
this b-tch just dm’ed me and told me i’m making her wet
and she somewhere way in boston
i’m young and got fame, i’m considered a target
i rocked every show with some sh-t with a cartridge
we rocked every show and a n-gga ain’t try
i left kod and pulled off in a foreign
i find out you hating your b-tch on the market
you can keep being salty, ima hit her regardless
i’m fly as e.t. i get high as a martian
i feel like police, n-ggas say that i’m bossy
stealing my swag at least tell them who taught you
old n-ggas hating, i’m slaying they daughter
me and tay b switching lanes in the ‘rari
laughing cause we getting cake like our father

- veeze

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