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cant lose - young chapo lyrics

late night early mornins in the stu
if i don’t win b*tchii still won’t lose
i got shii to lose b*tch i got sum to prove
you get in my way and you prolly make the news
pull up wit the gang and we all got the tool
we kicc in yo door and we make yo ass move
aimin at yo head cuz i see a bullet proof
i pull up wit the ar fucca deuce deuce

everything i say man it’s true it ain’t new
don’t think imma rookie man i swear imma shoot
bad lil b*tch so i told her come thru
everybody left now it’s just me and you
thinkin i got hoes but i only gotta few
rob you for yo pacc that’s the only way i knew
growin up had to do what i had to do
im twenty years old and i swear i can’t lose
oh
b*tch i swear i can’t go
mixed match designer im fresh head to toe
i was goin broke now i’m back wit sum mo
she told me she was done but she can’t let me go
i’m still on the grind in the rain sleet and snow
i don’t need n0body b*tch i do it on my own
i was just a kid bacc then now i’m grown
my first gun wassa three eighty and it was chrome
at school sellin dime bags tell they gone
ain’t run witta group so im thuggin on my own
i know that i’m skinny but my thirty real strong
yo b*tch on my dicc so i out her inna song
oh
she ain’t ever comin home
oh
steady blowin up my phone
oh
boy you mad cuz im on were you from n*ggas unknown

late night early mornins in the stu
if i don’t win b*tch i still won’t lose
i got shii to lose b*tch i got sum to prove
you get in my way and you prolly make the news
pull up wit the gang and we all got the tool
we kicc in yo door and we make yo ass move
aimin at yo head cuz i see a bullet proof
i pull up wit the ar fucca deuce deuce

put em onna hit list told him mind his business
i won’t leave a witness then i catch a ticcet
everyday i’m lifted i’m just tryna kicc it
survival of the fittest i do it for my city
i bring the whole gang wit me
i know these n*ggas out to get me
i go to sleep wit the semi
i pray to the lord please forgive me
put the beam on his necc like a hiccie
told the police fucc you gotta catch me
i’m just tryna feed the fam they won’t let me
i’m in the fast lane can’t no n*gga pass me
if i fucc you b*tch don’t harase me
imma do the fuccin dash if they flag me
i’m lookin every direction i’m never laccin
if he rat imma put him in a casket

- young chapo lyrics

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