Letra de Heaven Ain’t Free - Chetta

Woe don't want no problem

Pussy see you then I got'em

And my neck hit like some grottos

Popping thirties till she swallow

Pour my lean in baby bottles

Smoking Thrax in Colorado

I ain't sippin' on Moscato

Fifty packs of all Gelatto

Ayo, I ain't stopping

Babygirl, you can't stop him

I don't know why they try him

Gamble with you like Nevada

Send them bricks up in them tires

Fuck y'all snitching like The Wire

I was chilling, now I'm wilding, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't he say what he mean?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got plays, what you need?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Forty cal when I sleep

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tried to tell 'em I need me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm at ya throttle

All my hoes look like some models

Ain't no lying, no denial

I still dog 'em like rottweilers

And that coupe move like a possum

Money stack up like some novels

Cut throat hoe, ya head gone wobble, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't got no time to check no tags

I just drop the bag, tell ya bitch drop some ass

Woadie, what's the math?

Two Glocks and I add

Sixty hollow tips, hit like discs up on ya back

Gucci, Prada, baby

Used to sell dope out the slab

New Balenciagas on my feet look like some casts

Heard they looking for me, I'm on the Northside smoking gas

Press 'em like a pedal, let my S4 do the dash

Baby, what's the hamp?

Bitch know I don't care

I walk in the trap and they greet me, "welcome back"

If I fall off guarantee I'm on your ass

Choppa like a toddler or the taurus never lack

Baby let me thrash

Flick up like some ash

Ducked off somewhere low

With ya hoe counting cash

I go in my bag

Fuck up all these racks

Im just doing me while my opps looking sad

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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