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letra de pianoforte freestyle - will soul (youtube)

[verse 1: j. cole]
wow, n-ggas been crampin’ my style
blowin’ my high, they want a reply
the number one question is, “how?”
how does it feel now that you on?
how much you worth? how big is your home?
how come you won’t get a few features?
i think you should? how ’bout i don’t?
how ’bout you just get the f-ck off my d-ck?
how ’bout you listen and never forget?
only gon’ say this one time, then i’ll dip
n-ggas ain’t worthy to be on my sh-t
haven’t you heard? i’m as cold as the tip
tip of the iceberg that tipped the titanic
no tip-toein’ around it, my sh-t is gigantic
as big as the f-ckin’ atlantic, i’m lit, b-tch

[verse 2: dababy]
i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ but the gun law sh-t, but f-ck it (yeah)
my b-tch no longer love me, say i don’t do nothing but get some head and gеt the money
i’m on my way to pick up a bag, drink and drive, and gеttin’ blunted (uh-huh)
we don’t argue with n-ggas
no talkin’ on twitter, just tell him pull up if he want it (yeah)
ayy, you know i don’t trick off like he do (uh-huh)
taking pics to go eat some chinese food (uh-huh)
i’m talking that cheap sh-t, that sesame (huh)
know your b-tch tryna cheat and get next to me (ha)
they all love my ig, want the recipe (huh)
why your boy put that post up and tell on me? (huh, huh)
i think all of my opps the police
as soon as i pop ’em, detectives arresting me (d-mn)
these n-ggas dry, snitchin’ (huh)
i pull up with like five b-tches
ain’t finna talk to no facebook n-gga
i’m gon’ let that five hit ya
oh, he out his mind? (yeah)
i’m tryna see somethin’ die, n-gga (yeah)
better watch your lil’ b-tch
f-ck around, blink your eye, and your lil’ b-tch be mine, n-gga (ha)
(she told me, she told me)
[verse 3: j. cole]
at this sh-t daily, sipped so much actavis
i convinced actavis that they should pay me
if practice made perfect, i’m practice’s baby
if practice made perfect, i’m practice’s baby
platinum wrist ridin’ in back like miss daisy
platinum disc and i own masters, b-tch, pay me
y’all n-ggas trappin’ so lack-sical-daisy
my n-gga sell crack like it’s back in the ’80s
know a young n-gga, he actin’ so crazy
he serve a few packs and he jack a mercedes
he shoot at the police, he clap at old ladies
he don’t give a f-ck if them crackers gon’ hang him
b-tches been askin’, “what have you done lately?”
i stacked a few m’s like my last name was shady
my life is too crazy, no actor could play me
my life is too crazy, no actor could play me

[chorus: j. cole]
this is what you call a flip
ten keys from a quarter-brick
bentley from his mama’s whip
k.o.d., he hard as sh-t
this is what you call a flip
ten keys from a quarter-brick
bentley from his mama’s whip
k.o.d., he hard as sh-t
this is what you call a flip
ten keys from a quarter-brick
bentley from his mama’s whip
k.o.d., he hard as sh-t
this is what you call a flip
ten keys from a quarter-brick
bentley from his mama’s whip
k.o.d., he hard as sh-t

- will soul youtube

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