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letra de everything i am - word play

[chorus 1]
d-mn. here we go again
growing up incognito, now look you my fan
and everything i’m not made me everything i am
d-mn. here we go again
staying sober and not waking up in a random inn
and everything i’m not made me everything i am

[verse 1]
yeah i’m dark as h-ll, call me charcoal
because of that i’ll heat the track up and you’re the opposite of cold
you’re south pole, no b-tches coming to your store
i get b-tches like i’m dr. check your hole
woah. this beat laid back like a chiropractor’s patient
and by the way, your b-tch be faking it
she want a real grown man’s d-ck, so she calls me up
and i smashed it. and i bashed it
but d-mn, after all this gigolo shit. i want a real girl, no pinocchio shit
shit i had a good one, a perfect one but she was on that complete spanish bullshit
so i said

[chorus 2]
d-mn. here we go again
tonio gets underestimated again
and everything i’m not made me everything i am
d-mn. here we go again
approached the wheel of fortune so i had to take a spin
and everything i’m not made me everything i am

[verse 2]
n-gg-s always tell me, “n-gg- you too short, wait till you become a man”
then i jump over their head like a joke they ain’t understand
d-mn i miss my n-gg- cheesy
y’all would never understand
look, i may not be the sexiest m-th-f-cka
or the richest m-th-f-cka
but when you’re with this m-th-f-cka
you gon wish that you never had another
people’s bullshit always around me, that’s why i keep a p–per-scooper
then go ham on a beat by lex luger
y’all gon say d-mn, word play is super-duper
and for hip-hop, i’m alex smith, aka the future

[chorus 3]
d-mn. here we go again
never lived in the city, i’m a county-brownie fam
and everything i’m not made me everything i am
d-mn. here we go again
a n-gg- still single like a one-dollar bill
and everything i’m not made me everything i am

[verse 3]
all my clothes are fitted since no one else is close to me
i want someone who loves me for me and not because of my tree
but my mixtape on my birthday and i’ll waive the fee
and my sk!lls is wide like a p-rn star’s pussy
i’m not a real gangsta, or a real blood
but i’ll still f-ck you up if you call me “cuz”
you don’t know my life, so don’t prejudge—
me, or i’ll hit your -ss, like barrett ruud
i love a girl with -ss, but i don’t brown nose
i use to rob virginities like a n-gg- rob stores
i stopped ‘cause i want a real girl like tori, she knows
by the way, i don’t f-ck with rakes, shovels, and especially no fakes hoes

[chorus 4]
d-mn. here we go again
chilling with my ldv n-gg-s they like fam
and everything i’m not made me everything i am
d-mn. here we go again
people talking shit, but when the shit hits the fan
and everything i’m not made me everything i am

- word play

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