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letra de outro - young bisma

[verse]
yeah, it ain’t no choice
they gon’ have to hear me, they gon’ have to hear my voice
i got some sh-t to get up off my chest
it feel like i’m the only real n-gga left (n-gga left, uh)
it feel like i’m the only real n-gga left (left)
understand the difference between me and you (me and you)
you do this sh-t for fun, but this sh-t’s all i do (this sh-t all i do)
all them f-ckin’ nights i had to see it through (i had to see it through)
all them lonely nights that i was in the stu’ (i was in the stu’ by my f-ckin’ self)
now what you tryna do
if you tryna take me out, it’s me or you
yeah, they think they know me, but that’s just way before i grew (way before i grew)
that was way before i grew, yeah
n-gga i can’t lose
n-gga i can’t f-ckin’ lose
n-gga i can’t f-ckin’ lose, yeah
n-gga i can’t f-ckin’ lose
and incase you ain’t hear me, i can’t f-ckin’ lose (i can’t f-ckin’ lose)
i did all this sh-t by my f-ckin’ self (by myself)
you can’t tell me that i ever needed help, ’cause i didn’t
if you hatin’, you can go and f-ck yourself (and i mean that, b-tch)
like a business, yeah, just worry ’bout yourself (and i mean that sh-t)
n-gga washed up, need to put that on the shelf (give that sh-t up)
n-gga washed up, everyone can f-ckin’ tell
this sh-t ain’t for fun, this sh-t ain’t no show and tell (no show and tell)
keep this sh-t a hunnid, yeah i’m keepin’ this sh-t real (one hunnid)
so why the f-ck would i care how you feel (how you feel)
put my middle finger up ’cause i don’t feel you n-ggas (i don’t feel you n-ggas)
swear to god i can’t give no f-ck how you feel (how you feel)
swear to god it’s just me against all these p-ssy n-ggas
these p-ssy n-ggas
my b-tch, yeah she said that i’m the one, best believe she one of one (one of one)
best believe my b-tch, she one of one (one of one)
respect that one on one or die by that gun
yeah, the night just getting started and we finna have some fun
i’m with my vamps, n-gga, and you know we not givin’ a f-ck
we rollin’ up (roll that sh-t up, b-tch)
no matter what time, know we up (know we up)
yeah, where the members at, you know we goin’ up (we goin’ up)
pour me up, sippin’ on that tris’, this double cup (double cup)
this like my 5th time with yo’ b-tch, we linkin’ up (linkin’ up)
that boy keep talkin’ sh-t, n-gga shut yo’ stupid b-tch ass up (b-tch ass up, n-gga)
i don’t wanna hear sh-t, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ (don’t wanna hear nothin’)
uh, y’all n-ggas done got me started
i was pushed against that fence, but i got h-lla heart
finna go up, n-gga, i’m goin’ h-lla far
on my f-ckin’ roster n-gga, i’m roster far

- young bisma

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