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letra de 929 - xandre

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[verse 1]

25 now
man-boy, i’m done with the games/

they expect my return to be weak –
somethin’ like they tax exchange /

x back again/
and this time mang
the ambition is reckless/

they say i’m out here with a vengeance –
man i’m just fulfilling my predestined/
tryna’ reap every seed i sowed in
done went and invested! /

this that bas-m-nt startup–
locked room doors
home alone since the 7th grade/
type of beat raid! /
still k!lling game (sheesh)/
triple o-t, no game 3–
nba streetz–
steph curry
finally off the leash, i’m
chipping jerseys in the paint
(sheesh)! /

i’ve been riding really dirty through my city
now i’m walking outside with a clean soul/
you know how we do/
keep it high key, but the sea view/
man god done, skipped the intro
to show em’ previews (yeah) /

[hook]

now i got pneumonia on the wrist
theraflu in my pocket

‘case you nauseous from the glist’/

hit em’ with the stunt fu-
i didn’t mean to
you know that/

watch me how i go black
watch me how i go black /

my blessings on a hunnid, yeah boy let me sow that /
i’m flexing with my zoes, take a picture no kodak/

haters really getting mad- man
it really ain’t my fault, man
why you in ya bag?
what you in ya bag for ?! /

[verse 2]

really– should be out here
praying for them boyz
you already know man
we don’t care about that noise/
2017 i’m droppin’ all the fakes and they zodiacs/
the team showing off
so we hit em with a pose. snap

(cl!ck!)

caught it! /
heard the blessing at the door!
threw the contract on the table
and then we went and brought the law!/
good lord!/
thank god, i went ahead and made a promise/
i thought i was a rock and then you showed me i was onyx/
boy, i’m on it!
i quickly went sickly
lu kang davinci to rip beats/
authorize hits
writing hits til the arth-ri- hits! /

man ya all done for!
go head’ and bring ya boyz
didn’t think we’d seen that coming?
whatchu think we praying for?
man, yeah..

[hook]

now i got pneumonia on the wrist
theraflu in my pocket

‘case you nauseous from the glist’/

hit em’ with the stunt fu-
i didn’t mean to
you know that/

watch me how i go black
watch me how i go black /

my blessings on a hunnid, yeah boy let me sow that /
i’m flexing with my zoes, take a picture no kodak/

haters really getting mad- man
it really ain’t my fault, man
why you in ya bag?
what you in ya bag for ?! /

[outro]

yeah…

i’ve been working, i’ve been workin’, i’ve been workin’

yeah

x4

woah!

written by: xandre

- xandre

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