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letra de real - yungblaket

[chorus]:
i was tryna’ trap but this sh-t getting greasy to me
roll a wood and hit it, now i got a different feeling
down for a little, when you up its gon’ be litty
forty in your pocket, i can show you how to flip it
leave it up to me if she just want the whole store
avry told me sh-t that got me right, i can’t do no more
these lil ho’s been plottin’ on the team, but they can’t score
i just did two hundred pushups off the weed, i ain’t sore

[verse]:
don’t let [] ’round you change how you gon’ move, just be yourself
you tryna’ stack the pape then keep it low, just to yourself
she got ass, i’m tryna cook it like a chef
nah, i ain’t worriеd ’bout her, it be messin’ up my hеalth
and i ain’t seen bro in a minute, we call him keal
you callin’ [] your brother, they the first one to tell
used to start the fire now i’m checking who need help
they really tried to indict him, i ain’t trying talk to twelve
you puttin’ b-tches over money, boy, you need that belt
been moving different, she ain’t care ’bout how i felt
that paper on my mind, i’ll just never let it up
he postin’ like he ’bout it, he ain’t really on that stuff

- yungblaket

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