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letra de 4 minutes - xayna

(you wanna race tonight?)
(darkspin)
(you got 4 minutes)

that boy cannot do it how i do it now
got sum racks she asking how im doing now
put some 9s in the clip my boy might shoot u down
booted now
turned him 2 a pack n now im zooted out

went n cut em from the side because they switched
i see jakes up on my 6 i put my foot down in ts
they ain’t help me from the start so they won’t ever get a split
n this chopper go r-t-rded say my name n u get hit
i been watching who i trust u cannot blame me for that sh-t
i been focused on my bands u cannot play me for no b-tch
said im lame n then they switched but now they play me in the whip
that boy talking bout some bands n showеd a k already hip

i was looking up 2 them they wеnt n let me down
u can’t set me down my brother keep a hemi out
said i can’t do that sh-t i told that boy to hear me out
said he’d come do that sh-t but still didn’t manage to get me down

but b-tch im steady now my pockets getting heavy now
drum hold 50 so my chopper getting hefty now
i shop in saks n why tf u still wear hand me downs
been known im getting rich didn’t even plan it out

i can’t even focus on my clones
n i dont need no handouts did it on my own
that b-tch fw me she know ill make the most
we aiming at ur dome na we not aiming for ur toes

stay up on my own n i ain’t fw no hoe
that lil b-tch she do the most n now she fw my bro
they been tryna bite my flow but all they sh-t sound like a joke
i been running up my bands while they still asking for a lone

[chorus]
ain’t n0body else in my position winning
send my shooter to his crib the bullets hitting
n that guy u tryna b lil b-tch i been it
want 100 bands upon your sh-t while i already seen it
money motivated want the racks i’m fienin’
seen my brothers hit some numbers now i need it
said id slide 4 them my brothers know i mean it
green tip on the bullets the xd f-ck up his demeanor

they all tell me they got racks but all they money been john cena
sliding on his block i keep a xd in the beamer
brought my brothers to the show n we gon f-ck up the arena
if he talking on my bro let the bullets hit his femur

i need all the racks and this sh-t imminent
hitting him
i’m out with the glock i’m moving militant
up the grade upon the strap your sh-t look primitive
acog on the scope might get your fitted hit
got him on the floor my head say finish him
all that talking get u gone might get your bridges hit
got no pressure from the competition
winning it
they said we going up my team always been the sh-t

lil bro why u talking like u know me
catch the opps stepping at met gala feel like lonely
set some shots out the clip n let the bullets hit ur homie
i seen sh-t in my life so only up is where im going
hit him in his leg n all his blood jus started flowing
i don’t see no competition i start this sh-t i own it
she been curving all my sh-t see my bands n start to notice
think he hit me when he dissed me choppa f-ck up the opponent

- xayna

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