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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraNever Hating (Feat. Young Thug)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahFresh like the first day of the school on the weekendI put this shit on today, for no reasonGot somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teethStraight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked upThousand horse power, my car gotta keep upAct like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuffWhat kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?I let 'em live for a while, now the lease upNail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground upBrodie say he workin'but the bricks, them went down somethin'They handle the business, I do not go around themYou can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spotsI'm the one that's really havin' motionwhat they talkin' 'bout?Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no moreSo many clothes, startin' to feel like a hoboEvery milestone, tryna buy me a new homePotholes keep on fuckin' up the Forgi's, take the rims offThe way she twist and suck itlike she tryna take the skin offBro 'nem, in a striker, but it's goodwe swapped the VINs outDon't bark up this treeI make the chopper knock his limb offThousand dollar after every roadthat's what they hittin' forAll I do is fuck her, I done turned her to a nymphoFN's, blackouts, Gen5's, Gen4'sTrippin' for the family, I don't play about my kin folkI took the guys to L. A. for a business meetin'God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemiesFuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini me'sNiggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real bigI was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shitNever been a hater, I don't care enoughThis shit ain't gon' stop until they bury usFresh off the jet, I end up in the projectsSee somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop itDon't follow my page, I post racks every dayFor these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pocketsOoh, hurdle this bitch in HuarachesLambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got optionsI took the private jet out to Nevada4PF CED, they got smoked like a rastaTrenches with meSomethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishyI'm four pockets full and look like biscuitsOverprice us and we uppin', uppin'Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound deliciousYou can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin'Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitchI got addictionsI don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with meI took the guys to L. A. for a business meetin'God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemiesFuck I look like havin' smoke with my mini me'sNiggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real bigI was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shitNever been a hater, I don't care enoughThis shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
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