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letra de lion - ytn paco

[intro: duvy]
same sh-t going on
i stay with the real n-ggas
same n-ggas i came up with
southside sh-t, yeah
(run that up, rico)
grrrt

[chorus: duvy]
i seen the blood at my door
i got chills in my sleep
problem child, i’m on it
i can’t hold stick ‘fore i leave, yeah
finish that pack then re’
ho, don’t touch my lean
left my heart scarred
i ain’t even know if they really feelin’ me
lion hearted, i just doze off
don’t know if your mood right, so i had to move on
you stayed on my mind forever
i thought we was in together
r.i.p. my real lover, i show no love
[verse 1: ytn paco]
i tried to give her a chance
f-ck the guy that thеy hand, my heart so cold
know my glizzy leave thеy hood with bl–dy snow
i put my all in to them traps, i’m paid in full
i don’t do no drugs no more
clean they block out like a chore
on they block, we causing havoc
it’s k!ll or be k!lled
they all up in they feelings
just give me a word and i’m spinnin’ they block
foreigner baby with .38
load a pack off, flip by the end of the day
i’m just so used to this
i can show you how to move your wrist
linked up with duvy and now we outside
got hate in the dot, but we still gonna shine
no, it’s paco

[chorus: duvy]
i seen the blood at my door
i got chills in my sleep
problem child, i’m on it
i can’t hold stick ‘fore i leave, yeah
finish that pack then re’
ho, don’t touch my lean
left my heart scarred
i ain’t even know if they really feelin’ me
lion hearted, i just doze off
don’t know if your mood right, so i had to move on
you stayed on my mind forever
i thought we was in together
r.i.p. my real lover, i show no love
[verse 2: duvy]
in the whip, tryna meet murder
brodie slang that cutta, you know i’m shooting too, yeah-yeah
you shoulda of seen the kickback, way i follow through, yeah-yeah
you know all my bloodies bleed, we make a bl–dy scene
what if i pop tomorrow? i ain’t giving up
the way bro lost his life, i swear i still can’t feel none
you ain’t in the streets, for real, you ain’t never met no real one
n-gga best k!ll some ’cause you ain’t makin’ no money
send them bl!cks, come through flip the whip
on that jane sh-t, bredrin, how do we taint less?
i ain’t stressing no one
you ain’t no real one, only call me when you want something, for real

- ytn paco

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