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letra de ago (feat. joose the conqueror) - waldo

[intro: waldo]
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago

[verse 1: waldo]
i do this for the n-ggas that i ride for
not n-ggas that i roll in the car with
a lot of y’all can’t get in touch with me
not a word from me, waldo on the starship
tryna make it out of these apartments
young, black and i feel like a target
if it wasn’t for rap, probably be hugging the block, holding a gat, loading up the cartridge
i’m at your b-tch house taking out the garbage
and your clique could, they don’t want no part in it
if you talk head, they gon put a part in it
if you talk head, we gon put a part in it
you getting head by myself, don’t get ahead of yourself
weight the pros and cons, then i stepped on the scale
lightweight n-gga but, i ran with the belt
lightskin n-gga with the bans and the belt
that i don’t need cause my pants sag but, i bought it anyways cause that sh-t is just swag
i ain’t keeping up with trends, i’m so stuck in my past
this is my throne, n-gga bluegrass
i am the example of growing up too fast
this is dolce, you n-ggas is douche bags
i would give you prize my n-gga but, f-ck that
eight doobies to face my n-gga, then puff, pass
[chorus: joose the conqueror & waldo]
it’s astronaut gang, till the world all goes in up in one flame
imma keep spitting that raw propane
n-gga, that’s dope, ah, raw cocaine, do a line
taking it till everything mine, can’t tell me a n-gga don’t shine
but haters don’t see what i see though, these n-ggas just tryna play blind, huh
it’s astronaut gang, till the world all goes in up in one flame
imma keep spitting that raw propane
n-gga, that’s dope, ah, raw cocaine, do a line
taking it till everything mine, can’t tell me a n-gga don’t shine
but haters don’t see what i see though, these n-ggas just tryna play blind, huh
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago

[verse 2: joose the conqueror]
i could’ve had a simple life coming to america
me and all my hoodlums doing something terrible
k!lling and robbing n-ggas, stealing everything wearable
might as well k!ll them all, make the pain unbearable
shotgun with the shotgun, top gun
roll the window down, “aye blood, yo i got one
i got some that’ll make a n-gga heart stop son”
shoot one (soowoo) then the cops come
or i could’ve been putting in work for the crip gang
throwing up c’s like whatevs cuz i’m a lil’ loco, insane in the membrane
neighborhood, six sold on a gold chain
buck fifty on a n-gga with a switchblade
g checking anybody seem b-tch made with a big strap, make it hot, better hit shade
[chorus: joose the conqueror & waldo]
it’s astronaut gang, till the world all goes in up in one flame
imma keep spitting that raw propane
n-gga, that’s dope, ah, raw cocaine, do a line
taking it till everything mine, can’t tell me a n-gga don’t shine
but haters don’t see what i see though, these n-ggas just tryna play blind
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago
ago, ago, ago, ago, ago

- waldo

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