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Sammy Sosa - New Percentage Lyrics



Sammy Sosa - New Percentage Lyrics
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Sammy, if it was anything I ever told you
Niggas don't work as hard as you
Take advantage
Niggas don't got that motor, that drive, that dog
This is your time
Go hard
Sammy
Sammy
Sammy
Samuel
Tu sabes que lo que
Samuel
Samuel
For my team, yeah, I'm taking that risk
Million ways to get paid so I'm making us rich
And I cannot f*ck with no snitch
If opps send a diss, put them all on my spliff
Ride with the gang, whips all, black tints, don't you dare
Say my name, my Drake, don't miss
Made the headline, turn her nine to a six
Hotline just bling like my ring and my wrist
Now I ain't stressing about no bitch
I just copped a new percentage
Had to hustle since a jit
Yeah, you get it, how you living
Getting to the money ass, nigga, I fit the description
Bitch, I'm making plays, I ain't into making wishes
You can't tell me shit
Stomach pain, palms was itching
Off my ass, I had to get it
Same gang, never switching
I come from the struggle, if we don't trust you
Cut you out the picture
Trill ass niggas, send my boy Exo to get ya
Now I ain't into making friendships
Only counting up these digits
And I still don't trust these bitches
DTB like a religion
Come round my side of town, we outside, yeah the trenches
Yeah, we live, do or die, ground control, it's no limit
She see how I'm living, my foreign car, she wanna get in
I remember days when I was broke, was f*cked up, had to fix it
Now my life expensive, different day, different women
I ain't had no pot to piss in sacrifice, I had to risk it
Hang with the realest says some about you if you don't feel us yeah
Hang with the killers, run with wolves and gorillas yeah
Let's set it off like Mazel Tov, throw them bras Mardi Gras
Tu sabes Sosa el campeon, baby so take it off
For my team, yeah, I'm taking that risk
Million ways to get paid so I'm making us rich
And I cannot f*ck with no snitch
If opps send a diss, put them all on my spliff
Ride with the gang, whips all, black tints, don't you dare
Say my name, my Drake, don't miss
Made the headline, turn her nine to a six
Hotline just bling like my ring and my wrist
The ones that's closest gone hurt you the most, they watching my story
But don't like my posts, these bitches be corny
I know that your hoes know she for the streets
Cuz, she always on road
She be checking on my Snapchat every time that I go ghost
She a shiesty little bitch, still trying to f*ck one of my bros
Jordan 4 eso en mi pie, no puedo creer lo que el dice
Yo tengo la calle en la cerradura, Rey de calle Nueva York y LA
I be flipping through my hundreds, my motto is getting paid
I just tell the plug to pack a punch, break it down
Same day, Now I ain't stressing about no bitch
I just copped a new percentage
Had to hustle since a jit
Yeah, you get it, how you living
Getting to the money ass, nigga, I fit the description
Bitch, I'm making plays, I ain't into making wishes
You can't tell me shit
Stomach pain, palms was itching
Off my ass, I had to get it
Same gang, never switching
I come from the struggle, if we don't trust you
Cut you out the picture
Trill ass niggas, send my boy Exo to get ya
Grahh, Grahh, Grahh, Grahh
Samuel, Samuel
Brr
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English

Sammy, if it was anything I ever told you
Niggas don't work as hard as you
Take advantage
Niggas don't got that motor, that drive, that dog
This is your time
Go hard
Sammy
Sammy
Sammy
Samuel
Tu sabes que lo que
Samuel
Samuel
For my team, yeah, I'm taking that risk
Million ways to get paid so I'm making us rich
And I cannot f*ck with no snitch
If opps send a diss, put them all on my spliff
Ride with the gang, whips all, black tints, don't you dare
Say my name, my Drake, don't miss
Made the headline, turn her nine to a six
Hotline just bling like my ring and my wrist
Now I ain't stressing about no bitch
I just copped a new percentage
Had to hustle since a jit
Yeah, you get it, how you living
Getting to the money ass, nigga, I fit the description
Bitch, I'm making plays, I ain't into making wishes
You can't tell me shit
Stomach pain, palms was itching
Off my ass, I had to get it
Same gang, never switching
I come from the struggle, if we don't trust you
Cut you out the picture
Trill ass niggas, send my boy Exo to get ya
Now I ain't into making friendships
Only counting up these digits
And I still don't trust these bitches
DTB like a religion
Come round my side of town, we outside, yeah the trenches
Yeah, we live, do or die, ground control, it's no limit
She see how I'm living, my foreign car, she wanna get in
I remember days when I was broke, was f*cked up, had to fix it
Now my life expensive, different day, different women
I ain't had no pot to piss in sacrifice, I had to risk it
Hang with the realest says some about you if you don't feel us yeah
Hang with the killers, run with wolves and gorillas yeah
Let's set it off like Mazel Tov, throw them bras Mardi Gras
Tu sabes Sosa el campeon, baby so take it off
For my team, yeah, I'm taking that risk
Million ways to get paid so I'm making us rich
And I cannot f*ck with no snitch
If opps send a diss, put them all on my spliff
Ride with the gang, whips all, black tints, don't you dare
Say my name, my Drake, don't miss
Made the headline, turn her nine to a six
Hotline just bling like my ring and my wrist
The ones that's closest gone hurt you the most, they watching my story
But don't like my posts, these bitches be corny
I know that your hoes know she for the streets
Cuz, she always on road
She be checking on my Snapchat every time that I go ghost
She a shiesty little bitch, still trying to f*ck one of my bros
Jordan 4 eso en mi pie, no puedo creer lo que el dice
Yo tengo la calle en la cerradura, Rey de calle Nueva York y LA
I be flipping through my hundreds, my motto is getting paid
I just tell the plug to pack a punch, break it down
Same day, Now I ain't stressing about no bitch
I just copped a new percentage
Had to hustle since a jit
Yeah, you get it, how you living
Getting to the money ass, nigga, I fit the description
Bitch, I'm making plays, I ain't into making wishes
You can't tell me shit
Stomach pain, palms was itching
Off my ass, I had to get it
Same gang, never switching
I come from the struggle, if we don't trust you
Cut you out the picture
Trill ass niggas, send my boy Exo to get ya
Grahh, Grahh, Grahh, Grahh
Samuel, Samuel
Brr
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Writer: Samuel Hayles
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Performed By: Sammy Sosa
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Samuel Hayles

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