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i - baskiat (prt) lyrics

[letra de “i”]

[intro]
sh*t
i guess i

[refrão]
make it look easy g
got ma g on tha’ block
ma’ rock is on lock
pop a n*gga for his dvd
my n*ggas don’ stop
we finna’ lock that crib in odc
i step back, sou kobe g
still they don’t notice me

[verso 1]
i bounce back de um track top
eu quero perdão pra mim
don’ “talk back”
não dou tag brother
os homies dão por mim
respect
local rap dealer g
i got tha’ g
don’ walk back
smokin on ma’ weed
p*t*s*d
i say f*ck that
tired of going back
minha cabeça protege*me
a pala dela tou impéc’ g
criado em lisboa, pra ti tvd sou vet g
não falo mais a toa wii
i will talk with the mac g
teus tropas wack g
podia ser eu o bouncer da disco
a dar te o check mas
cadastro não perdoa
nem pra ganhar o meu cheque g
tenho a tuga toda a querer ver o n*gga de algemas
ya
mas tou tranquilo
com os homies naquele pen*ta*grama
aqui ninguém senta
enquanto o tropa vende a grama
meu move é grana
a puta não sente o pente à grama
apanhado em 4 n*gga
velho diz que não compensa a cana
but he knows i make this sh*t look easy g
[refrão]
make it look easy g
got ma g on tha’ block
ma’ rock is on lock
pop a n*gga for his dvd
my n*ggas don’ stop
we finna’ lock that crib in odc
i step back, sou kobe g
still they don’t notice me

[verso 2]
aqui a dica é superstar
tudo o olhar no chão
when i do check a spot
got
brothers in
men i would i rather rap a lot
flow is dry
like the wind that i make
when i let it fly
by my side
all ma n*ggas g
they’ll never testify
d*u*i
aqui é rotina
f*cker we drivin’ by
neva’ lie(sh*t)
them’ b*tching be chocking
i would rather die
always high
’97 but fellin like ’85
asking god
why that n*gga be rappin like he’s a god
f*ck ’em all men
mothaf*ckers g trynna’ talk about arrogance
‘tou a bulir desde os sete mothaf*cka
that sh*t is evidence
real sh*t
i’m ’bout that
f*ckin’ with ma’ temperament
i doubt that you b*tches gon’ mess with my sh*t

sou local rap dealer g
se não for p’ro deal, don’t call me
b*tches acting all phony
neva’ stressin’ don’y phone me, got
no time for them b*tches men
but can neva’ be lonely
she knows who keep it lowkey
ma b callin me homie
cause i

- baskiat prt lyrics

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