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lirik lagu chance dinero - real ni**a sh!t

i thought this life sh-t was a breeze

i had f-cked up and started smokin weed

always had dreams about making the league

then all that sh-t changed when i first sip da lean

chance dinero yea that n-gga a king

i dont won’t no hoe im lookin for a queen

run up on me ill shoot u inna blink

boy i stg that them bullets gon sting
i need me a wife
yea i dont want no thot
man im trynna be rich
buy a car out the lot

da glock got a beam
but we call it a dot

yea my brotha stay strapped
cause he whippen da pot

dont think thatbits empty
it shoot 30 shots

if u playem dumb man u will get shot
man it got a drum
daamn das alot

and my n-ggas is fed
yea dey bringin da swat

dont play around wit dat pack

i be in concord
yea dat sh-t on my back

dont ask for no feature
if u is some trash

if u hit my phone
just know im gon tax

im grindin im grindin
trynna get that jag
money ova b-tches
yea i need dat bag

im not talkin skool
boy i need dat cash
yea i got that cheese
dont fw these ratz

thats why i just stay to myself

500 dollas spent that on my belt
when u done wit life its heaven or h-ll

thats why its f-ck u and u know its f-ck 12

im smokin on rapper get it inna mail
i be wit dem trappers uk dat they sell

free my n-ggas jarred he finna make bail
boy i stg that my n-gga dont tell

i remember them days inna 4

ian have sh-t
johnny had da pole

if u out her flexin
we takin yo load

if that ain’t enough
we gettin sum moe

jason wit me
cause my n-gga won’t fold

sosa wit me
even if it is cold

yea dem be my brothers ik they won’t fold
yea dem be my brothers yea they neva told

yall n-ggas ain’t neva gone trap

u say dat u sellin
ik that its cap

quit playin
boy ik u just rap

if u got a problem
45 on my lap

u know where im at
like im onna map

im smokin on gas
and u smokin on bap

man dont shake my hand
i dont want no dap

u reach for my chain
boy u will get slapped

dont play around wit the gang

yea we want the money
u can the fame

i been out here thinkin
just switching my lanes

since jessie dies
it ain’t been da same

bring my n-gga back
ill give u everything

but my n-gga a angle
yea he got the wings

we was in skool
yea we was the scene
now my n-gga in heaven
i know he a king

im trynna make it to the charts

my b-tch yea she yellow
she lookin like bart

gas stank
yea it smell like a fart

yea we inna trap
watch out for the narcs

my n-ggas they shootas
yea they finna spark

my sister vb
yea she yellin out stark

if u inna gang
boy play ya part
like u inna game
yea u will not start

i thought this life sh-t was a breeze

i had f-cked up and started smokin weed

always had dreams about making the league

then all that sh-t changed when i first sip da lean

chance dinero yea that n-gga a king

i dont won’t no hoe im lookin for a queen

run up on me ill shoot u inna blink

boy i stg that them bullets gon sting

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