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renzi (aus) - anybody كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
lmc

[chorus]
never stress on a b_tch, that’s always got somethin’ to say (always got somethin’ to say)
pray to god they’ll be rich but wanna do nothin’ but lay (doing nothin’ here but lay)
really been makin’ some moves, i been on my way (way, way)
know they wanna see me lose, i ain’t here to play

[verse 1]
jump on the beat, hold it down a track
all of a sudden, they peep where i’m at
used to get aired on the reg when i chat
same b_tches let renzi hit it from the back
these hoes ain’t even know bout strugglin’
from knee high life was puzzling
i got my green right rid my troubling
if you had my ball i know you couldn’t run with it
don’t try to test me fool, it’ll gеt physical
last one to lack got left up in a swimming pool
sirens surrounding so bouncing was pivotal (on god)
thеy creeping round, bruh, i’m lying down i ain’t visible (shh)
i ain’t make a sound, know my uber bound peep the visual
life is a lesson, you learn through the pain
what seems a disaster can often be fate
praying my penance, forgiveness i crave
know my rise to the tops already paved (on god)
know they pray on my downfall, that sh_t is pitiful
but it’s honestly typical
paying no mind, as long as i’m paid my residuals
[pre_chorus]
busy tryna earn a living, avoiding crime it doesn’t pay (nah)
c be telling me the same, it ain’t worth the funds if you stuck in a cage
homie calls us to the kitchen, steady handing out the blades
sayin’ don’t fold to the opposition, you see ’em b_tches dig in like a steak

[verse 2]
couple b_tches still be mad at me
but they don’t see the business strategies
now they getting aired on the reg
while i’m in the ‘stu tryna earn a seven figure salary
’till i’m counting paper like i’m counting a calorie
c_nts were crazy when they sayin’ they doubted me
linked with gang now i got hitters surrounding me
on the up but yet they still lookin’ down on me
i ain’t sayin’ sh_t for jokes, asking if we got the smoke
got lil drilla down the road, sawn_off hidden for the foes
pop out on gang gang, let it blow (gang, gang)
yeah, just like the gat that was givin’ me dome
yeah, we bussin’ it out and then i’m headin’ home
let that simmer for a minute (huh)
like some beef up on the grill (on the grill)
couple sinners really with it (yeah)
with the heat but still chill (still chill)
i’ve just been keepin’ it real, my mental focused on the bills
’till we at the table makin deals, with labels paying us a mil
for laying game on how we feel
[pre_chorus]
busy tryna earn a living, avoiding crime it doesn’t pay (nah)
c be telling me the same, it ain’t worth the funds if you stuck in a cage
homie calls us to the kitchen, steady handing out the blades
sayin’ don’t fold to the opposition, you see ’em b_tches dig in like a steak

- renzi aus

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