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(You're so lazy) Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss I done took loss after loss It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss What's a fish to a piranha? What's a puppy to a dog? What's a victim to a killer? What's a baboon to King Kong? What's life without death? What's a bitch without stress? What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess What's me without you? You don't know the things that I do You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof I used to picture bein' like what my mama and daddy had 'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass Hard times, they never last But this hard, I hope it last I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast I know you break, feel like some glass You might break, I'll make ya laugh You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask Letras de cancionesSo I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead What's me without the bros? What's the bros without some hoes? What's tool without that fft? That's like Pharrell with no clothes We'll hit the block and make shows We from the 9, don't throw 4s What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin" You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend So bae, what's me without my fire? What's the number on the Gen? We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends If you don't like me, don't pretend 'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin See, all for you, I stand on ten With my back against the wall I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers I'll do whatever that you want Just say the word, they'll send a car Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead So I say seven days a week Hundred sixty-eight hours I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead From Letras Mania