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letra de lone wolf - young trelle

[hook]
drive the whip like it’s fast and the furious
climbing heights i been facing my fears
rapping two years now i’m taking it serious
i don’t need no advance just give me a year
recording myself i don’t need engineers
they see me in public they rapping my lyrics
i ain’t in competition i don’t have no peers
just look what i did in under a year
moving round on my lonesome i don’t owe nothing not to no one
i don’t trust ’em far as i can throw ’em, like my wrist broke i can’t throw nun
every time i wake up, roll up, i be out of here
i told my brother go ahead and get ready we about to be out of hеre

[verse 1]
i was playing with money, i ain’t play with toys
i ain’t evеn know about no fisher-price
i been stacking it up since a little tike
she gone eat on this d-ck like a little bite
cut ’em off cause the vibe wasn’t feeling right
they look up and i’m shining like ceiling lights
up my level now i’m on a different height
i just wanna show my people different sights
i ain’t worried about n0body under me
i don’t f-ck with too many, cause most of these people be boring me
i’m on some let’s take a flight and leave out the country
i move by my lone i ain’t join fraternities
move by my lone i don’t need no company
i move by my lone i ain’t join fraternities
keep the .40 on me just in case they gone come for me
they hearing my songs they think that they knowing me
f-ck them hoes, remember they had ignored me
riding around f-cking b-tches i’m touring
wake ’em up yt i know they snoring
f-ck her good then be gone by the morning
how come i only want her when i’m h-rny
why don’t i ask for no help when it’s storming
i get on my knees and i thank god for the good and the bad, not just when it’s sunny
working from monday to sunday
sunday to sat-rday
i got a lot that’s on my plate
i’m heating up like a hot plate
i’m in the lab and i’m cooking up, i’m walter white – ing
misunderstood, feel like i’m foreign
every whip that i hop in i floor it
[hook]
drive the whip like it’s fast and the furious
climbing heights i been facing my fears
rapping two years now i’m taking it serious
i don’t need no advance just give me a year
recording myself i don’t need engineers
they see me in public they rapping my lyrics
i ain’t in competition i don’t have no peers
just look what i did in under a year
moving round on my lonesome i don’t owe nothing not to no one
i don’t trust ’em far as i can throw ’em, like my wrist broke i can’t throw nun
every time i wake up, roll up, i be out of here
i told my brother go ahead and get ready we about to be out of here
move by my lone i don’t need no company
i move by my lone i ain’t join fraternities
keep the .40 on me just in case they gone come for me
they hearing my songs they think that they knowing me

- young trelle

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