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letra de son of streets - yungbrad

[chorus]
i get the cash and i spend it
i hide the racks in the bas-m-nt
all of these n-ggas they lazy
serving these fiends, man, i feel like i’m satan
don’t need no god in my life im pagan
you cannot k!ll me, my g, i’m a made man
i got the vision they calling me raven

i get the cash and i spend it
i hide the racks in the bas-m-nt
all of these n-ggas they lazy
serving these fiends, man, i feel like i’m satan
don’t need no god in my life i’m pagan
you cannot k!ll me, my g, i’m a made man
i got the vision they calling me raven

[verse]
tell that lil b that she’s crazy
i cannot call her my baby
focused on money i’m changing
i got the racks as my main b-tch

asking the lord to forgive me
enemies tryna deceive me

momma she hopes that i don’t lose myself
smiling at me but she crying for help
i got two bullets, the gun’s on the shelf
tipo txiobullets eu ando com backs

i’m beating the pot like a soup
my n-ggas they shmoking in boof
hotboxing inside of a coupe
shoot out the roof
got shooters they aiming at you
aim at your head
my n-ggas got lead
your baby ma giving me head
watch how the b-tter is spread
i’m baking, i’m breaking the bread
what’s done it can never be said
i never can talk to no feds
lil mama she bad
she naked on top of the bed
i love how she doing the spread
i f-cked her don’t care who is mad

i cannot follow no n-gga
tryna get ice on my wrist
flipping the board like a brick
i cannot fight with a b-tch
slap on that hoe then i leave
hit from the back then i pull out her weave
my junkies be ready
i’m ready to grieve
i’m k!lling the cow cause these n-ggas want beef
like a magician
got tricks on my sleeve
baby girl, watch out your knees
make the wrong move you get hit with the beam
like joãozinho i walk with a bean
hmmm wait
that b she smart
she giving me brain
she like how i talk
don’t know what i’m saying
i’m running the racks, i feel like ussain
i walk in the club, i’m making it rain
my shooters got glocks, they making you pay
i came with the flex, they calling me bane
you know i got ice inside of my veins
i’m shooting from deep, they thinking i’m dame
i’m f-cking your b-tch inside of a plane
you know i got dikes i cannot complain
you n-ggas wanna fight? you gotta go train
you come to my block we taking your chain
i’m up in the morning sipping champagne
you n-ggas are junkies sniffing cocaine
i walk with a stick, i walk with cane

- yungbrad

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