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letra de don't leave - yung brownie.

[intro]
(it’s me, i’m n-ggas)

[verse 1: crosssucksatrap]
i lost some friends i once knew over jealousy
i’m alone (i’m alone)
uh, they cannot match mе, like patterns
i got a ring full of diamonds, like saturn
i got a ho who think hеr life matters
’cause she got passed around, she got no manners
like i’m iron man with this prada, i’m so fly
make ’em black out, like they lackin’ iron
man, i don’t know, or why she always lie
they tell me to cool it with bullets, i try
i charge ’em with bayonets, semper fi
like a marine, i only got blood in my eyes
like john wick armed at my side with a .45
[bridge: crosssucksatrap]
huh, please don’t leave me
huh, please don’t leave me
huh, please don’t leave me
nah, please don’t leave me
please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me
please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me
please, uh, please don’t leave me
yuh, please don’t leave me
uh, nah

[refrain: crosssucksatrap]
why you always got something to hide?
i promise this ho, on my life, you gonna die
my hand’s up and twisted (twisted)
burn my heart, you lose your life
i’m not crazy, you just drive me there
you make me not care (not care)
fully auto, expand’ bullets
her corpse droppin’ to the floor
blood through her hair
ho, you know me, you know bullets
i don’t miss ’em, so maybe you know
next life, you’ll love me there (love me)

[chorus: sirlkm]
got a bl!ck on my hip, and i shoot it when i need
trigger finger quick, lookin’ for them zombies, shoot ’em, pea
how i move my stick, when i’m sippin’ on that hennessey
and i gotta move fast, sometimes that’s just how it be
singin’ like the sunflower, but i ain’t no post malone
get my money, buy some plants so that they protect my home
and i got a new chick, she been callin’ up my phone
i been workin’ for this life, straight down to the bone
[verse 2: sirlkm]
my new chick, she just want money, she don’t ever call me ‘honey’
she been hittin’ up my line, and ain’t been sayin’ nothin’ funny
yeah, the days was passin’ by, and, no, they ain’t been gettin’ sunny
man, i realized too late, i guess i’m a dummy
but better late then never, like i’m rich amiri
turn the plot into a horror story, this is gettin’ eerie
they gon’ never hear of her again, like she just a theory
so go ‘head, say yo’ last words while your eyes get teary
try to get the feds involved, ’cause they won’t even have a clue
this ain’t the first time, this ain’t nothin’ new
got a glock in one hand, in the other, brew
so i think it’s obvious that you are screwed

- yung brownie

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