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letra de on bro - vonsteez

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[chorus]
i get the bag and hop in a ghost
i’m moving too fast, i don’t know how to slow
these f-ck n-ggas mad ‘cause i’m finna blow
no, the whip don’t lag, i just let it float
now i’m finna lash out, i don’t crash out
i’ll put it on a track and then flow
my young n-gga spaz, he don’t leave the mag out
he gon’ c-ck it back and let it blow
i run up the bag, n-gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road
i run up the bag, n-gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road

[verse]
mr. morale, n-gga, i’m the big stepper
like dot, b-tch, i’m a new level
my watch flooded with a new bezel
cali coming back, sh-t, i tried to tell ‘еm
they been sleepin’ on me, i been under-stеpping
now i’m stepping up and i ain’t backing down
n-ggas thought they had it, now i’m cracking down on ‘em
k!lling these rappers and packing them out, on the real
i done ran it up, i was tryna chill
f-ck it, i ain’t done til i hit a mil
now i’m finna turn it up real spill, n-gga
i don’t give a f-ck how you feel
b-tch, i got a fat knot and my bills paid, now i’m really tryna get a deal
working nine to five cool, but i’m tryna move the fam in a mansion on the hills
n-gga, this my sh-t
i’m remotivated and my mind different
lost friends and fell off the grind
had to see the bigger pic like a wide lens
i got a down b-tch, she the right fit
she a ten, never need a side b-tch
but we still getting lit, type sh-t
born a broke n-gga, i’mma die rich
i’m the top hat, not a sidekick
and that big stick got a slight kickback, at the crib on some light sh-t
if the hoes wanna have fun, we can turn it to a party on some hype sh-t, you ain’t really with it, you just type sh-t
b-tch, i’m in the bity with my n-gga ski, we on a opp block tryna strike sh-t
i’m getting money, i ain’t tryna fight
i ain’t catching anything but a flight
i ain’t doing anything out of spite
diamond on the pinky ring, see the light shine
b-tch, i’m locked in for a lifetime
working from the morning to the nighttime
real n-gga, i don’t need a lifeline
f-ck the right time, b-tch, it’s my time
[chorus]
i get the bag and hop in a ghost
i’m moving too fast, i don’t know how to slow
these f-ck n-ggas mad ‘cause i’m finna blow
no, the whip don’t lag, i just let it float
now i’m finna lash out, i don’t crash out
i’ll put it on a track and then flow
my young n-gga spaz, he don’t leave the mag out
he gon’ c-ck it back and let it blow
i run up the bag, n-gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road
i run up the bag, n-gga, that’s on bro
live too fast so the whip on go
count my cash and the wrist on froze
i gotta blast, yeah, i’m on the road

[outro]
you’re not that guy, pal, trust me
you’re not that guy

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