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letra de don't pretend - yl (rap)

[verse 1]
yeah, why you wanna see where i’m at
i don’t even gotta be where you at
i don’t really ride witcha mans
but there ain’t a need for all of that
stay to the end, watch for the credits
gotta make my way out a jam
let’s get into anything
been committed, never had a wedding ring
smoke like you livin’ in the seventies
bury me next to family
forgettin’ everything that’s happening
lookin’ stuck but i let my mind work
we could chop it up like a barbershop
small change i’m in it for the larger guap
all game get it to the quarter stop
no names, why you tryna talk a lot
liars talk a lot but they lie a lot too
put the pack in the nike sock too
that was old school kinda way back
now i’m gettin’ calls comin’ out the blue
runnin’ out the
hold up, runnin’ out the clock
jumpin’ out ya face
can’t ignore the issues right in front my way
shorty wanna rock designer everyday

[verse 2]
place a bet off a hunch
y gettin’ breakfast for lunch
smoke away the stress in a dutch
i don’t keep it less than a buck
best to the luck, you just tryna be next to the plug
runnin’ to the money automatic
doubt i really need it but i gotta have it
and i’m so dramatic ain’t no static with the god
y spit a flow, clap and applause
and i really doubt you down for the cause
now i gotta bounce with the quickness
baby lookin’ thick i gotta get a grip
you was all that but you never this
said i’m comin’ back and i never lie
said you got my back but its never that
let the camera snap its a moment
and i’m in it for the bag, you could quote it
y could never lack, i’m in focus
fully loaded and i’m on it tell a friend
got some friends that’s gone with the wind
what if it was all for pretend
try to do right by the lord, what if it was all just a sin
yeah, i mean i can’t, i can’t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore man. sh-t’s f-cked up. f-ck they teachin’ n-ggas in school. sunday holiday. zoomo. it’s y

- yl rap

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