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letra de decided - yung ralph

[chorus]
i smoke so much, i don’t get high no more
just kickin pimpin, [?] everything i do
so many cars, i can’t decide which one i wanna drive no more
crib on akers, having paper
plenty b-tches, different flavors
i don’t even know which one, i can’t decide no mjore
still moving work, moving that pack
all my n-ggas ran up a sack
[?] we ain’t even got a supply no more
just so you know, we all gon’ go
we all [?], we all gon’ blow
[?] try no more

[verse 1]
[?] for the work
took my homie early, wasn’t prepared for [?]
mama told me god do everything for a reason
og told me every real n-gga [?]
i just pray to god my [?] straight for he take him
i just pray that all my n-ggas hustling, yeah, we made it
foreign car, can’t decide which to drive
foreign b-tch, [?] when she fly
head back, i’ma get you [?]
fake n-ggas, looking real in disguise
can’t set myself up for failure
i’m just here to keep it real, ’cause [?]
cut some homies off, i’m cooler with banktellers
secured the bag, now ain’t sh-t that they can tell us
[chorus]
i smoke so much, i don’t get high no more
just kickin pimpin, [?] everything i do
so many cars, i can’t decide which one i wanna drive no more
crib on akers, having paper
plenty b-tches, different flavors
i don’t even know which one, i can’t decide no mjore
still moving work, moving that pack
all my n-ggas ran up a sack
[?] we ain’t even got a supply no more
just so you know, we all gon’ go
we all [?], we all gon’ blow
[?] try no more

[verse 2]
the money in the coupe, red but i don’t gang bang
i got homies dead and gone, got partners in the chain gang
i done switched it up [?] different mindframe
and [?] the whip, and i got water in my chain now
smoking out the pound, like i don’t need lungs
about a b-tch, you can have that b-tch, yeah, she still my theme song
you might have the [?] rock one of these charms
and i appreciate the help, but no, i don’t need crumbs
street n-gga with some [?]
fake n-gga [?]
probably mad that i won’t fall, and i ran me up a lot of money
yung ralph was a cool n-gga, but the juug man, he ain’t taking nothing
stayed down through the bullsh-t, now i done ran me up a lot of money
[chorus]
i smoke so much, i don’t get high no more
just kickin pimpin, [?] everything i do
so many cars, i can’t decide which one i wanna drive no more
crib on akers, having paper
plenty b-tches, different flavors
i don’t even know which one, i can’t decide no mjore
still moving work, moving that pack
all my n-ggas ran up a sack
[?] we ain’t even got a supply no more
just so you know, we all gon’ go
we all [?], we all gon’ blow
[?] try no more

- yung ralph

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