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Letra : FOUL

Wake in the morning, I gotta go get it
My palms keep on itching, there's roach in the kitchen
I hate how I'm living, it f**ked up my mental
Can't talk to a n***a, vent on instrumentals
I gotta get it, my mom need a Bentley, my dad need a Bentley
You reach for my pockets we pop at your belly
I seen a n***a get all of the money
But never did once did I ever get jealous
I put my head down and put bands together, you see how I'm coming
I want n***as dead
He talkin' too much, I took that as a threat
I ain't reasonable, I'm like what Jesus do?
I can just pray for you, I can just spray for you
That b*t*h a snake, girl, you know I can't lay with you
I want a frеak b*t*h that move like how Megan do
I еat the pu**y, it taste like how mangos do
Callin' me papi and I ain't even tell her to
Seem like the money make n***as more scared of you
First they gon' envy you, then they all proud of you, then they gon' envy you
I seen this story go 'round like a hula hoop
Come to my city, you'll see what we do to you
He only fifteen, he walk with a 22
Ain't no one talk 'bout it like this sh*t usual

We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
Uh
F**k all that timid sh*t, homie, I'm swingin' quick
Build up some muscle
I ain't gon' tussle with none of you suckers
You sleeping 'til noon
Bursting your bubble, you dry like a prune
Them n***as is coons, black when it's June
Show 'em the rules, we break 'em
Show me who lost, we'll save them
Head on the pavement, history X him
We don't respect him
Music get lost, we highly effective
E on his pager, he been the enforcer
F**k being cordial, want me a tour bus
Start givin' orders, cool
Keep switchin' sides like an audible
You can't compare to our artist, fool
Look at the charts, I see all this bull
A lot of y'all don't get involved with truth
The Tommy got power, bodies gon' drop
Pa** me the Henny, my liquor on rocks
If Sheed bringin' ten of them, five are gon' flock
Meech is a magnant, her body count risin'
Never content, you likin' the bench
You talk like a b*t*h, she feeling on Meech
One hand on my—, my tongue on her—
Motherf**ker
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k

Got problems with n***as, address 'em
My b*t*h is so gangster, don't f**k with no dresses
Flashing red dots like we leaving a message
My mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven
N***asdon't know what the kid like
Bare-face shootings in the daylight
Do jail calls, I don't send kites
Bend the b*t*h forward like I said hike
N***as don't know what you talkin' 'bout
Slide in DMs, now it's in her mouth
Me and your b*t*h, we in Dumpling House
Want me to sign, I need a big amount
Figure out, the gang all homies
N***a, you's a one-trick pony
Still f**k Officer Mosley
Geeker in the hall and he OD'd
Tint my b*t*h whip, feel like Jody
I'm not a baby boy, I am a big dog
Spent five bands in Bergdof
Don't ask price, that's a turn-off
She comes with baggage like Goyard
But rides d**k like go-karts
I mix Stone Island sweats with A-COLD-WALL
I'm just talking my sh*t, I'm just thuggin' that sh*t
Put some ba** in your voice, you sound like a b*t*h
You little-a** n***a, little-a** n***a
You ugly in the face and your mama don't love you
Don't get no pu**y, I don't got nothing for you
I spent two bands on Chrome Heart denim
This sh*t too easy, you ain't on my level
Back when n***as sold stones like pebbles
You was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel
Whole hood had dog food like kennels
Sh*t had a bad bite, something like dentals
I was in the hood, sit back and peep game
We pressing n***as, ain't giving no leeway
If I don't hear VB, we jumping your DJ
Your sh*t is trash, ain't got no replay
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k
We don't give a f**k

Moment of silence, what's up with you? Yalla
I'm standing lil' tall like a capital letter
If it's some BOTTER, I'm coppin'
The process was long, but I'm here and I'm after whoever
Do me a solid, don't bring up no negative energy, shorty, as long as you 'round us
I want the spinach, the broccoli, lettuce
Wake up and Murder Bravado the denim
Top of the mornin', pourin' a rum and a soda
When I'm off a crumb like I'm Bori
She in a mode, tryna get all our number
While me and Lyor playin' ring' round the Rollie
I'm a contender
Plotting that '92 Benz, let's ride through the valley together
Give me the medal
They think that they talkin' that heavy, but really they light as a feather
I was a jit up in Florida
Wanna be wealthy and my cousin rockin' Girbauds
Up in my city 'round n***as with sticks
Some ice all around me, I feel like a goalie
Make a decision, might head to the crib if I'm feeling
Yo, FELIX, it's five in the morning
Rollin' exotic and she wanna act like a zombie
Okay, you can climb all up on me
Is you up with me?
Sh*t turn around and got sticky and you doin' nothin' about it
That sh*t just hit me
Roll up an eighth and a meegi, I feel like Garnett in the Garden
Something about him
N***a ain't movin' the loudest, but n***as is knowin' he got it
Triple the product
You can't get rid me, nada
Suddenly, sh*t is aligning (Suddenly)

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