Corrección Letra LIT par Yvng Blood

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Letra

(You got it)
(Ay, turn ?em up)
(Say less)
(I gotta focus on dedication)
(Damn right)

I gotta focus on?dedication
I?cannot wait to?say that we made it
All of?this bread and I?m steady chasing
That money keep moving, I?m?steady?pacing
She?don?t want sex,?she give me?the neck
Glock to the dome, your cap can get peeled
Top off the mill, I?m running the drill
Focus on money, the bag in the field
I don?t want pu**y, them bills is the deal
They call me D-Real ?cause I keep it real
Give me them bands, my brother be sellin? them xans
My music pumpin?
My choppa be bustin,? them bullets he droppin? like yah yah
Hunnid band, hunnid band, hunnid band, countin? them racks
I don?t wait ?til the ceiling fan
I don?t be seeing what n***as be saying man
My circle be small like f**k a friend
She suck on this long dividend
I?m too surprised to go all in
Her pu**y be wetter than sleeping in
She suck on me with all intention
Alright

(Yvng Blood, Yvng Blood)

Back at it again
Whipping the Benz
I got the Henny in my hand
And I?m rolling the tens
Stacking up the bands
Chillin in my Lamb?
Man, you know I?m the man
No need to cap, not talkin? ?bout no cans
I?m on the stage, no longer in the stands
It got crazy, the sh*t hit the fan
This is real rap, we ain?t in a band
And you know I?m spicy, not ever talking bland

Move on n***as my girl gotta man
F**k what you say, I?m the king of the land
King of the night, yeah, we gon? fight
D real on my right and we high as a kite

I gotta focus on dedication
I cannot wait to say that we made it
All of this bread and I?m steady chasing
That money keep moving I?m steady pacing
She don?t want the sex, she gimme the neck
Say f**k how you feel, just keepin it real
She suck on my d**k while I record her meal
F**king her hard, I?m f**king her real
Stretching her out now she know the deal
Now she runnin? cause her pu**y got killed
She think I?m a doctor but not foreal
Heating her up her stuffin got filled

I gotta stay with that action
All of my n***as be sellin those fractions
Pu**y be talking, I don?t do no yappin?
Choppa be busting, that b*t*h get to clappin?
Focus on what I?m really doin
I?m really scoring like magic Johnson
Send em down the f**kin town then I come around then I get the clappin?

Come from the struggles, on me
N***as want smoke then I got what you need
That b*t*h gonna talk, but she really a fiend
You in the streets, but I?m using my beam
Miami city, they like what I claim
Focus on paper and nothing but green

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