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(India Got Them Beats) You said your girl India made this, right? I see ways in my diamonds, I'ma let them bitches see I've been down for so long, like some years, and some weeks You always was my option A, know it's how it gotta be Tat my name on your body, now, you don't know me It's like you starin' through a window, lookin' outside when I'm sittin' in I'm come from nothing, now it's Never Broke Again, no (No) Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah) I'm tryin' to hold everything, Lord forgive me for my sins Put my pain inside that pen Writing songs on the road, goin' states I've never been On my way, it was gettin' foggy, had to wipe off my lens Well, I don't wanna be like them, I don't follow no trends (No, no) Got to see my sister smile, I ain't see that in a while I ain't gotta win no Oscar just to make my family proud Runnin' back, puttin' concrete, puttin' souls in the ground I hate when bitch niggas come 'round and go to sniffin' like some hoes Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim) Whole lotta shots, ain't lack off, and I'ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah) I might my need my tenner, lil' dawg, just to ride it I don't trust a GPS, don't want to be misguided Everything I drop, a hit, I ain't got no insurance Letras de cancionesNigga, know I keep that pistol, but I ain't got a year in Cup of lean and stickin' jewellery, in the back of the Suburban Our jeweller say that watch was fifty-thou, I told him, "I ain't worried" If love kill, then I'm tryna destroy the hate They don't believe that a nigga want better things Bad bitches, and they come in all type of shapes Bended Rucci-roovered roads and caught the race Young nigga had a vision, had to shake them trenches Tryna find out how to make a million in thirty minutes Everybody want the fame 'til the hurts get in it Ayy, everybody want the diamonds 'til the dirt get in it Whenever I speak, boy, that's cash talk It's an ego on the mic, it's a trackhawk And my bitch look like Risheeta, I gotta keep that heater Even at my neighbor's current frost And my grandma hate I'm sad, I got it from my Dad So I told her that it's her fault Ayy, this is no cap, thousand-dollar hats I gotta stay away from Chrome Hearts Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim) Whole lotta shots, ain't lack off, and I'ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah) I might my need my tenner, lil' dawg, just to ride it I don't trust a GPS, don't want to be misguided From Letras Mania