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letra de destiny child - zeetee

[intro]
kazza
it was me tryna flood that block like katrina, standard
ayy, bando base that sh-t for me bro

[pre-chorus]
i’ll-i’ll-i’ll crash it for bro
he might not crash it for me but, i never asked to (i never asked him)
bro pull up like carpool
i lost bro from young and that’s where my hearts to (what the f-ck?)
tryna get cash fast too
real life sh-t man, this ain’t a cartoon
and know i get rich from mum, might not think so
but, who the f-ck asked you?
[chorus]
madeleine mccann, but the trappy version
no need to cap, that was really me (that was really me)
five in the ride, not the jackson sons
would’ve thought i was lookin’ for a billie jean
i was only flyin’ me cells that day
bro told me ”calm it down, you’re too wild”
i was in a hot spot, beyoncé on me
who’s gonna make a destiny for this child (me)

[verse 1]
it was me tryna flood that block like katrina, standard (standard)
n-ggas weak, no bread
they fight over b-tches, wrong with these n-ggas?
them man are some baby boys
that’s the reason that she wanna f-ck the boys from the hood
don’t let her lack, i’ma show what’s good (ha, ha)
tek away like stolen goods
now, i got my leg all over your foot
i was only young, bro told me how to trap
that was really me on a f-cked estate
fast forward, takin’ fast orders
now, i’m sittin’ in my room with razor blade
thinkin’ to myself when the money run up
do i want the bust down or plane
i took me l’s, but i’ma make it back
you n-ggas weren’t built this way (no they weren’t)
told myself that i’ll get some more
oliver twist, i was p-ssin’ poor (p-ssin’ poor)
can’t wait ’til the day when i can buy all of the sh-t i was wishin’ for (wishin’ for)
bro-bro told me ”don’t stop, keep goin”’
and that be the sh-t i be listenin’ for
and they don’t know where i come from cuz
for the family, i risk it more (more)
for the bread, so my bro’s on action
movin’ wild in the field he might write off your block with a crashin’
you know, we don’t give no toss, may your clothes get washed
becah’ he’s tryna damp your fabric
see little bro, don’t panic
‘cah the younger don’t have no manners
but that’s what happens, my bro’s got a itchy finger
he finds it hard not to crash it
[pre-chorus]
i’ll crash it for bro
he might not crash it for me but, i never asked to (i never asked him)
bro pull up like carpool
i lost bro from young and that’s where my hearts to (what the f-ck?)
tryna get cash fast too
real life sh-t man, this ain’t a cartoon
and know i get rich from mum, might not think so
but, who the f-ck asked you?

[chorus]
madeleine mccann, but the trappy version
no need to cap, that was really me (that was really me)
five in the ride, not the jackson sons
would’ve thought i was lookin’ for a billie jean
i was only flyin’ me cells that day
bro told me ”calm it down, you’re too wild”
i was in a hot spot, beyoncé on me
who’s gonna make a destiny for this child (me)

[verse 2]
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout havin’ a young g
i got little bros that will bark it off
even though they could fall, i’ll make it the war
and pray that their sins get washed
i gotta make it for the family that i lost
gonna get rich, can’t sit on the block
and bro be gettin’ in packs, rapid
and the only thing he cares about is the cost
bando basin’, sittin’ with strangers
tell me how the f-ck did i get right here? (how?)
now i’m cheatin’ on cunch with a pack of green
like me and o line had an affair
i put grub in the mud, never had no choice
still had a pack if the cat made noise (i have to)
just see the blue lights and it’s weird
is that the ambulance or the boys? (huh?)
and i was more than p-ssed that day
and why’s that? i never saw the jakes
bro, i never saw the car dasheein’
and the f-ck six, i ain’t kylie’s siblin’
so, tell me why the piggies wan’ nick
i just wanna count these figures
and put dinners on triggers
they don’t know ’bout us, we made the pack go missin’ (missin’)
[chorus]
madeleine mccann, but the trappy version
no need to cap, that was really me (that was really me)
five in the ride, not the jackson sons
would’ve thought i was lookin’ for a billie jean
i was only flyin’ me cells that day
bro told me ”calm it down, you’re too wild”
i was in a hot spot, beyoncé on me
who’s gonna make a destiny for this child

[outro]
child, child, child, child, child

- zeetee

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