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letra de ya aint seen shit - vo!d

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(chorus)
you ain’t seen sh-t, boy, you don’t know what i been through
pull up fast in the coupe, suicide doors when they swing through
she hit my line on the low, talking bout ‘she miss what the king do’
money keep stacking so tall in the crib, that ceiling done shrink too

(verse)
i came from the bottom had to crawl out the mud with no handouts
now i’m in the penthouse with a view, marble floors stand out
i was in the room, running round school with the tool, played then the can out
told a b-tch “keep it cool” cause i’m lit, private jet when i land out
pockets on so racks never fold, you can’t walk when i ran routes
shawty wanna roll but i’m ghost, b-tch, i’ma dip when i cash out
chains on froze and the timepiеce glow, i keep tucked when i flash out
opps chokе when they see how i live, they get stuck when i pass out

(verse 2)
i been ducking feds, cases, ducking problems, trials too
everything i did with the gang was official, i supply truth
cartier lens on my face, vision clear when i ride through
sippin on drank till i crash in the maybach, pray to god i don’t slide loose
she fell in love with the diamonds, fell in love with the racks too
she say she down for the vibes, but she ain’t down for the trap moves
every chain on me weigh a kilo, if you touch it then it’s bad news
i been the one since the jump, if you doubted me then f-ck you
(verse 3)
new hundreds busting out the safe can’t fit in the wallet, no sp-ce left
spent thirty racks on the chain just to shine out prolly when the stage set
bad b-tch from miami calling tryna pull up but i’m flying to a place next
foreigns on in the driveway switch whips every day like a racetrack
i was down bad now the bands up i don’t talk to these boys can’t say sh-t
put a bag on his head my youngins gon move with the stainless
talking bout beef but they vegan they don’t want smoke they just playing
i been running laps getting paid, while they broke and complaining

(chorus)
you ain’t seen sh-t, boy, you don’t know what i been through
pull up fast in the coupe, suicide doors when they swing through
she hit my line on the low, talking bout ‘she miss what the king do’
money keep stacking so tall in the crib, that ceiling done shrink too

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