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(Banger) Why? Why? (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger ) Why? Why? Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" Why? Why? Why? Why? Tryna get paid Niggas be talkin' 'bout bullshit, ain't talkin' no money, I daze Been had the bag, 'bout to get me a new one, it's 'bout the time label gotta me a raise Barely no help, did this shit by myself, off the top, don't need no one to give me the wave If I ain't rapped, still wouldn't never went broke, I was young, tellin' big bro to give me them plays Duckin' them streets, shoutout my niggas go in, poppin' in at least fifty a day Stuck in them trenches, woke up, like I said, it's no kizzy, that shit'll get gritty and grey I was thirteen, running' 'round with that pole when them kids run up on you like, "Give me your J's" I was in ATS, used to have fights after school like my mama ain't give me a way Letras de cancionesFuck it, I'm up, grateful as fuck, charges add up, they gon' give me a buck Don't give a fuck, I got shots still up in my Glock, you see Tjay and you better duck Ain't too much wrappin' niggas on my time I'll do one of you rappin' lil' niggas slime (On God) Must be out your mind When I catch you, I'ma blow your face off, nigga Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" Why? Why? Why? Why? Ayy, mama say, "Don't question God," so I ask myself why I ask that Still tote a rod even though I know if it's my time, can't shoot back I don't duck and dodge no smoke, but I'm out the way so niggas can't reach me Moved far away where the beach at, throwin' C's up on the sea, yeah I'ma preach to a nigga, yeah, I pray a lot Gotta watch for the cross, these niggas gon' plot Flood the AP on me, this a bae watch Threesome with her friend, make bae watch Pussy-ass nigga ain't had no motion Michael Phelps, man, I backstroke her Played my cards and I got a joker Used to be local, now I'm global I ain't fold yet, I ain't foldin' up Four weeks in, what the fuck is sleep? Fuck a nosebleed, want the floor seats And a model, please, from overseas Overplayed my part, overfed you Need me? Nigga, I don't need you Like a mirror, these niggas be see-through I'ma get on your ass when I see you, bitch Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I'll run it up until I die And wasn't never no dummy, I know niggas lowkey hatin' on the guy Maybe it's 'cause I'm dripped out, just too real or too fly All my life, I've been wonderin' why All my life, I've been wonderin' why Fuck it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry 'Til my hunger still die 'til I made, like, who really played it out better than I? Try me, shots gon' fly Told my bro, "Boy, you know you gon' die" Why? Why? Why? Why? From Letras Mania