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letra de on my own - x-raided & luni coleone

[intro]
ayy
it’s luni coleone
we gon’ talk to these sop chewing b-tches about staying on your own
yeah
it’s real in the field, get it how you feel
i’m a prize, my n-gga, hold on

[verse 1]
they call me coleone, n-gga, yeah that’s me
everywhere i go, i’m a godd-mn g
hit the boulevard, n-gga, i got g’s
and i’m hard to see like a two year old weaning
my blocc hang, n-gga, and we bang
beat a klan member up then rob him for change
if you ask anybody, it’s that garden gang
real n-ggas, real dealers, don’t f-ck with the lames
don’t pimp, i crip, n-gga, to the louis
d-ck in your b-tch mouth, cuzz, and it ain’t chewy
i’m a real muh’f-cka, don’t f-ck with them hoochies
i cut it on like a reel to reel old school movie
coleone muh’f-cka, yeah that’s my name
everybody know me, i done been in the game
i’m a hyena, n-gga, and i can’t get tamed
i just want my money, i don’t f-ck with the fame, loc
[chorus]
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
’cause i got to
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
i’m not a foo-ooh (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)

[verse 2]
i hit the boulevard, homie, and i won’t split it
i’m just riding down the block with no windows tinted
i gotta see everything ’cause these n-ggas bang
and they hating on your cuddy ’cause i make my change
but anyway, i can give a f-ck, young homie
better stay up out my face and lay up with your honey
got sh-t in the cupboard like cereal
and unlike you, homie, i ain’t material
you can’t get with the loc, that’s why you hating
i keep my loot in my pocket, don’t pass like peyton
i hit the bar with the homies and it ain’t no faking
you can have all the eggs, all we want is the bacon
hit l!cks in the streets like the movie taken
and if i say something to you, n-gga i ain’t playing
just remember cole’ pack a big ass toy
with enough sh-t in it to drop you and your boys, cuzz
[chorus]
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
’cause i got to
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
i’m not a foo-ooh (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)

[verse 3 ]
now that it’s time to spit the last v.e
r.s.e., n-gga, didn’t hear it from me
i’m all up under your b-tch like a new floor jack
you don’t know where we at ’cause the party is packed
i do what i do and keep the sh-t still pushing
i ain’t got nothing for ya, homie, please stop looking
i’m running this sh-t like emmitt smith used to
only f-ck with the real, not you timid fools
don’t worry ’bout nothing, i’ll just keep my two
already got your five acres, you could keep your mule
all we do is cicc cacc and collect that scratch
unless it’s day of the purge then we’ll rob your trap
i’m only seeing me, cuzz, this ain’t no act
ain’t ever bow downed to a picture when i came to the back
coleone, i stay on my own
i’m original, crip, i can’t get cloned, cuzz
[chorus]
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
’cause i got to
i stay on my own
n-gga, no you don’t
n-gga, no you don’t
i’m not a foo-ooh (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz
what’s happening, cuzz (okay!)

- x raided luni coleone

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