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letra de homies - young nudy

[intro]
yeah
like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag
my dawg just dropped this sh-t off, said today was a good day in the trap
you know what i’m sayin’?
(coupe)

[verse 1]
we fly high, that’s no lie
yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin’
gotta get the money and you know ain’t no stallin’
know i’m in the trap, i’m a real trap-a-holic
i’ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it
and i got shooters, they poppin’
get a n-gg- money, know them n-gg-s feelin’ c-cky
i’m a big dog so you know i’m extra c-cky
too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy
i don’t listen to no stop sign, who the f-ck gon’ stop me
you know how rock, you know how we rockin’
paradise east got that b-tch poppin’
4l gang the only gang that i’m in
you know that’s my dog, that’s my dog, that’s my twin
time for the smoke, pull up n-gg-, i’m hoppin’ in
same sh-t been goin’ on ever since we were kids
sh-t so rock-solid, hope my n-gg-s don’t forget
ever since i got that money n-gg-s changed on me
not my same homies
i’m out here feelin’ lonely
think these n-gg-s my homies?
then why they hatin’ on me?
d-mn, man i see it, i know he didn’t really want me
so i have it on me
keep it on me
stay on me
pockets stuffed so a n-gg- not lonely
money, that’s my friend
all i need is benjamin when it come at the end

[chorus]
same n-gg-s i growed up wit’, man, these n-gg-s switched on me
d-mn, i thought we gon’ be rich together, you were my homie
man, these n-gg-s fold up under pressure, they ain’t homies
n-gg-s p-ssed on me, i know they switched on me
gotta hit the switch on that sh-t, homie
spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie
real sh-t, homie
you’re not my homie
better keep it on you when i see you, homie

[verse 2]
i cannot believe what they think of me
this sh-t sound crazy what they say ’bout me
this sh-t ain’t safe for these n-gg-s to me
you know you switched two sides, know you got to die
i don’t wanna see your mama cry, but i lied
know i let them bullets straight fly
blowin’ up your block, soundin’ like 4th of july
my new years resolution- make sure that you n-gg-s die
look at money fly
fallin’ out the sky
bullets rainin’ on your block for a whole hour
taste like some old food, yeah, this sh-t sour
i send you nothin’ but flowers
no crown, that’s no coward
put me dead in a hour
send them threats, know i send ’em back
shooters comin’ for that money, know they got to k!ll a man
out for that money, he don’t want nothin’ but these rubber bands
told him he gotta spin him wit’ that draco, n-gg- do it fast
do that fast, do him bad

- young nudy

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