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letra de last flight to thug mansion - vonte raekwon

uh, i been stressing for a minute now
trying to come up with something
that yall can vibe too ride too
but n—-’s still ain’t giving a f—
i’m testing my luck
telling me what i shouldn’t do
f— you that’s my att-tude
sh-t on you n—-’s i’ve been the n—-
i’m done showing my grat-tude
young n—- put the city on my back
took rap maf— and i ain’t giving it back, uh
mama called said she almost hit the powerball
played it last night but a couple numbers was off
told her don’t waste another dime on a ticket
just give me some time promise you mama that i’m get it
but it’s n—-’s still plotting on me, trying to take my spot
but i be d-mn if i sit back and watch
grandma pray for me i been sinning like a demon
sipping on holy water i ran out of aquafina

last flight to thug mansion
calling all flight attendants last flight
last…… flight…….. b-tch

my name getting brought up in conversations
they still fronting
look at the n—- vonte he still stunting
don’t even give me credit
i’m tired of n—-’s talk sh-t
like i ain’t sh-t on every n—- this summer
b-tches, f— versace lenses
cus i’d rather see my vision through the eyes of a real n—-
no compet-tion
i’m in a different category
put me with jay, yay, 2pac and notorious
told ya’ll, ya’ll can’t f— with us, f— with me
rapping like i’m b.i.g
sala vie, all my n—-’s out paris
we just coming from the hood p-ssport on e
so put a stamp on that sh-t, gas tank on e
how the f— am i gon’ get home
and i been waiting to long for this sh-t
and ya’ll don’t even get it

screaming n-ss-ss hoe, my n—-’s p-ssing the dope
ring around the rosy maf—a you don’t know me
just a young n—- trynna get his pockets healthy
educate yourself on them n—-’s claiming they wealthy
bunch of rich n—-’s, b-tch n—-’s, snitch n—-’s
my n—-’s catch you slipping might just hit a l!ck n—-
i try to stay focused, money on my mind
so i grind for all them people that hopeless

last flight to thug mansion
calling all flight attendants, last flight
last…… flight…….. b-tch

nas said that hip hop was dead
they making statements already
and they ain’t gave me a chance
i can f— around and be the next hov
cus i’m only 18 and all i’m seeing is green in my dreams
blinded from my n—- in the he-rs-
so i’m praying that god just put me up in the murciélago
maybe that’s why i keep my eyes closed
and all my n—-’s always keep they eyes low
we ain’t even f—in with the 5.0
traded in mona lisa for pic-sso
put in it my future condo right beside a bad b-tch
hoping she ain’t wearing no clothes
looking like marilyn monroe pull that dress up
white bi—es and they tired of playing dress up
baby you ever been to thug mansion
let’s go get a room
f— sleeping in the hamptons

- vonte raekwon

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