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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Andrés Ramirez
Autoría
Letra
Been out the way lately
Tryna get these racks right
I ain't got time to stall
I need it all yeah that's right
Been out the way lately
Tryna get these racks right
I ain't got time to stall
I need it all yeah that's right
They gon feel played
When they ain't saved
Go get your sack right I made a way
Just hope I'm saved On my last night
They want me gone I'm stayin on
Please do not mention me
Had to ask my lord to bless my guidance
Through this trickery
They all look fake
And can't disguise they self At all to me
I'm stayin well and dodgin hell
Done be a memory
Real trap **** bitch I go and get the load off
And I don't like to brag
Cause sometimes I like to show off
Quiet **** but that pack loud
Like a bitch mouth I'm steppin bout these letters
Hoe ass **** I don't be round
Y'all can take a seat now I'm back like a spleen now Stuffin till i bust the seams
On more than just my jeans now
Always got my rebound I won't let a **** hoe me
Everything I got I paid cash for that
Ain't nothin stolen Hustle like they cloned me
Bitch I need it like you owe me
Stop actin like you know me
I ain't friendly we ain't homies
Ran through another pack
Then I go do that shit again
It's hustle in my body baby
I just wanna win this 40 Hit your body
And knock more out than your wind
I'm two feet and ten toes for whatever I'ma sin
And go to hell or heaven for my people so we live I'm dyin bout respect I know to take it on the chin
If we miss we spin again This ain't no pretend
Get put up tryna play hard Who you think you is
Watch em like some kids
Cause these motherfuckers slick
Actin like they with ya
Whole time just wanna pinch
Either way we finna win forgive me for my sins
I block all the fuck shit out through Dolce Bana lens
I'll be grindin to the end tryna dodge the pen Hustlin takin chances cause I'm only tryna win
Been out the way lately
Tryna get these racks right
I ain't got time to stall
I need it all yeah that's right
They gon feel played
When they ain't saved
Go get your sack right I made a way
Just hope I'm saved on my last night
They want me gone I'm stayin on
Please do not mention me
Had to ask my lord to bless my guidance
Through this trickery
They all Look fake
And can't disguise they self at all to me
I'm stayin well I'm dodgin hell don't be a memory
Written by: Andrés Ramirez