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letra de the vent - ya boi bron

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i was starvin had nothing 2 eat

i was stuck in the belly of the beast

n-ggas try leave me dead in the streets

lost chicken kuz i was in beef

remember had holes in my sneaks

now i’m f-ckin these hoes of my sneaks

sometimes the same clothes for a week

now i’m switching these hoes every week

it was times that i couldn’t get sleep

n-ggas pillow talkin i peeped

n-ggas undercover no sheets

n-ggas main b-tch is my freak

ribs touching that’s hunger

no bread nor wonder

i was stuck in some sh-t

felt just like a plumber

same sh-t every summer

lost friends i wanna

in jail & down under

sometimes i wonder

would i be next on the list

if i shoot i ain’t shootin to miss

ain’t met a hoe yet that i miss

n-ggas clowns so they trick on b-tch

went from g shocks to the rollie

from a hunnit n-ggas to me dollie

still stay strap wit a pollie

gotta watch for the police

older now different mindset

2 boys that ain’t mine yet

baby moms on slime sh-t

i guess it ain’t my time yet

i pray to lord every night

f-ck it mask on future bright

somebody gotta pay the price

somebody try to take my life

into it wit bros i was kool wit

no 1 man above the whole crew sh-t

till them backs turn on some fu sh-t

made a n-gga change on some new sh-t

the same n-gga say he got you

be the same n-gga that a pop you

hit you from a certain angle

treat you like a op to (obtuse)

from where good girls turn into hoes

all they know is pop p-ssy on poles

black chyna these n-ggas

rob you be they goal

these n-ggas be laggin like wifi

here’s a clip call it scifi

throw you off that high bridge

definition of a sky dive

i was never taught to fall back

all miss calls get a call back

alexander mcqueen scarf

just for when your skull crack

n-ggas be turnt off the wrong sh-t

leave yu smoked like a bong hit

n-ggas fold like some garments

n-ggas movin no apartment

i put in work like a mexican

clip long check the measurement

shootin like a young veteran

circle got stripes like a peppermint

it was times that i couldn’t afford sh-t

i kno wat it is to take loses

i was drinkin out the forsett

stomach pain made a n-gga nauseous

bro & em made the paper

for trafficking & gettin paper

the rats watchin like neighbors

till we play like exterminator

n-ggas play the block like a center

till we pop out in that sprinter

every n-gga wit me gang

we make it hot every winter

i was born to be a shooter

my pops played for the streets

thought he signed to miami

the way he played wit that heat

was the chubby n-gga wit the snotty nose

now that chubby n-gga every body know

all these jews lookin like a pot of gold

n-gga reach watch how the flock explode

i lost n-ggas that ain’t comin back

you ain’t take a lost if you ain’t want it back

every b-tch that i ever wanted

let me pop like they caught a flat

- ya boi bron

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