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letra de tomorrow - yungg fazzy

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(hook):

i be living life, so i said “f-ck tomorrow”

i be getting money, so these b-tches in they sorrow

i can’t fall in love again, my ex made my motto

designer in my closet, like i won the f-ckin lotto

jump inside the foreign, it’s a ‘rari, and it’s auto

i hate being sober, so i got another bottle

ion got no friends, so no gang, i gotta part yo

don’t hit me up, cause my money you can’t borrow

(verse):

i just poured a 4, in that sprite, moving slow now

shawty h-lla bad, told me that she wanna blow now
we both in that mood, suck me off, then go home now

they never gave me sh-t, cause i did this on my own yea

i be spitting lyrical, today i’m on the floor now

not talking lemonade, but i need me some more now

i jus want b-tches, money and some more dope now

i remember days, asking god for some hope yeah

hate going to school, cuz they all just be bored now

saying they my fans, but they never even show nah

never showed me love, sang my songs, gave some more yea

never knew my lyrics, in the end, they was broke yeah

(hook):

i be living life, so i said “f-ck tomorrow”

i be getting money, so these b-tches in they sorrow
i can’t fall in love again, my ex made my motto

designer in my closet, like i won the f-ckin lotto

jump inside the foreign, it’s a ‘rari, and it’s auto

i hate being sober, so i got another bottle

ion got no friends, so no gang, i gotta part yo

don’t hit me up, cuz my money you can’t borrow

(verse 2)

told me i won’t be sh-t, i’m laughing, that’s a good joke

shawty ass fat, kylie lips, i gotta go poke

she ain’t really love me, yes i know, yes i know

so my heart on ice, and my neck full of gold

still haven’t made it, so they clowning on the low
see me up in person, dap me up, call me they bro

i don’t even know they names, so that’s a no-oh-oh

i don’t focus on them, so i gotta go bro

all i ever wanted, was to have so much dough

loved her so much, but she me broke me, what a hoe

so i’m breaking up the bank, b-tterfly doors

on the whip, like a rocket, lean got me slow

(hook):

i be living life, so i said “f-ck tomorrow”

i be getting money, so these b-tches in they sorrow

i can’t fall in love again, my ex made my motto

designer in my closet, like i won the f-ckin lotto

jump inside the foreign, it’s a rari, and it’s auto

i hate being sober, so i got another bottle

ion got no friends, so no gang, i gotta part yo

don’t hit me up, cuz my money you can’t borrow

- yungg fazzy

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