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letra de thank god - young roddy

[produced by bushido black]

[verse 1]
one time for them trap n-ggas
what, them n-ggas showed me how to work that pyrex
two times for my hood n-ggas
what, good lord we done made it out the projects
i told my homie roll up, smoke something
i remember going half on a dime sack
i told that girl no glove, no love
and this b-tch tryna get a n-gga sidetracked
from the spot where them n-ggas sell pounds at
no outdoor, only smoke loud packs
told that b-tch leave the key by the doormat
i’m going to get the money, i’ll be right back
flashback, rocking my bo jacksons and my throw bag
i told her face down, -ss up, hit it from the back, b-tch throw it back, b-tch
i flow cold like a polar bear, i ain’t nothing like them f-ck n-ggas over there
i’m up next, i can handle that
i told them b-tches i’d blow, you can bet on that
i’m [?] the taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop cadillac
since a teen, b-tch i been a man
ask your girl, b-tch i been a man
on the block selling b-tter man
sh-t it’s hard as h-ll to make it out the gutter man
i’ll do whatever for some money man
i used to sell birds just to get bunny bread
but don’t miss this sh-t ho, b-tch don’t miss this money train
fly n-gga to death ho, and i’m sipping this purple rain

[hook]
one time for them trap n-ggas
them n-ggas showed me how to work that pyrex
two times for my hood n-ggas
good lord we done made it out the projects
i told my homie roll up, smoke something
i remember going half on a dime sack
i told my homie roll up, smoke something
i remember going half on a dime sack

[verse 2]
same nosy neighbors want a n-gga locked up
got an ex b-tch who won’t stop popping up
never cooked dinner but i cooked them rocks up
tryna get bread, feel that like [?]
hold up, came a long way from doja
every time they see me them n-ggas say smoke something
told my plug i’m hurt, let me hold something
use your b-tch just to roll up, my n-gga
stunting on them n-ggas, hitting donuts, uh
ever since a teen i been a grown up, uh
pops was a d boy, selling that sh-t
ever since he left i been the man of the crib
cop that sh-t and bag that sh-t like mister [?] this the man right here
they squeezed them triggers till they jammed that b-tch
i ain’t have no job and had to hand that sh-t
now i’m back in the hood like i left something
just a hood n-gga tryna get my credit up
thought i done it all, they said i ain’t done much
og had bricks by the dump truck
and i don’t want half, i want it all my n-gga
it’s a hard knock life for a baller my n-gga
hating on me, bet i blow regardless my n-gga
i got it on my own, never borrowed my n-gga
while my people was at work
i’m home alone, macaulay culkin
i’m tryna make it through the day
hoping that i see tomorrow
that’s my brother from another
so its free my n-gga [?]
my next move’ll be a check though, b-tch
so don’t miss this jet ho, b-tch

[hook]

- young roddy

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