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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraPain 1993 (Feat. Playboi Carti)
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)AyyAyyNiggas ain't gotta respectNiggas just gotta acceptI put that top leftI love my crodie to death (Codeine)Hype Williams, Lil' XIf you don't say it directCould give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeahI put some ice on her handI let her take an advanceShit wasn't goin' as plannedI put that shit in the vanShe gotta move with her friendHeard she went back to her manGive a fuck, ayyI just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I didWhen I shoot my shot it's the Kawhi way, it's goin' inMe and lil' Sicko sittin' sideways, breakin' tensUsed to be an antisocial nigga, now I'm makin' friendsI just got a mansion out in Turksand it's a beachfront (Okay)If she's bringin' four friendsI know I'll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased upPolice in my city, manI keep they pockets greased up (Okay)Me and Capo tryna leave our markand peace the East upAin't nobody makin' too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)But I beef a rapper'cause I'm never with the sweet stuffShawty came from Mexicoshe know she got the sweet stuff(Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)AyyNiggas ain't gotta respectNiggas just gotta accept ('Cept)I put that top left (Ayy)I love my crodie to death (Codeine)Hype Williams, Lil' XIf you don't say it direct (Yeah)Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeahRacks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons(Racks in my jeans, okay)Diamonds all in my teethI called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)Got a Goyard bagI threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)Every time I'm homeyou know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah(Just threw these pills, uh)Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked(Shawty just pulled up)But I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)And I know I'm on top, but I want more (Okay)Remember I used to sleep on the floor(With my, oh yeah)Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Dior, yeah)Now every day I gotta pour me a four(Lean, lean, lean, lean)Now every day I gotta pour me a four(Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)I spent a hundred K the next dayI was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)That Lam' truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)Yeah, she keep textin' my phoneI'ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)Ayy (Yeah)Niggas ain't gotta respectNiggas just gotta acceptI put that top leftI love my crodie to death (Codeine)Hype Williams, Lil' XIf you don't say it directCould give a fuck (Okay) , ayy, yeah, yeah
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