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lirik lagu better than love – elcamino

[intro: elcamino]
uh, i still say money feel better than love, huh
uh, i still say— yo, yo

[verse 1: elcamino]
i told myself and then i went and showed myself
you see, i ran it up quick, it’s the least i owed myself
invest in yourself, my n*gga, that’s how you hold your wealth
for the love of your children, that’s who you owe yourself to
i was dealt a bad hand, that’s how my cards were shuffled
flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection
on defence, this gun’ll blow off a large intestine
if the beef’s stickin’ this on your head, wе offer extra
you can’t check mе, i’m awkward, i box lefty
they should just give me a grammy ’cause my sh*t rock heavy
they mad ’cause i’m rich off some sh*t that they not
when i give ’em headstarts ’cause n*ggas is not ready
i built up my empire, i see you n*ggas inspired
i’m grinding just so when i turn thirty i could retire
but i won’t, sh*t, i’ll prolly be thirty spitting that fire
with a bad b*tch like cuban link boosted my high*up
off of me, everything in the world you still couldn’t buy us
we can post up in they hood and they still wouldn’t try it
every time a body drop, i’m saying “hi” to a pilot
what type of foreign i’m driving? i still ain’t decide it
i feel as though these n*ggas ain’t real as they rhyming
remember rocking goodwill sh*t, heating up ramen
some n*ggas really be on they sh*t, that’s just the timing
i hold up my wrist and it flash, that’s just the diamonds, uh
[verse 2: curren$y]
there was a chandelier hanging over the whip (yeah, yeah)
in the dealership, when i saw that b*tch, so i bought that b*tch
quick trip to the runshop, had to air force this b*tch
sun came out, dropped the top, no bra on this b*tch
dude, carters broaden my whip so raw he was sick
that’s a shame, don’t get tagged a lame
hearts follow the leader, my n*gga, on the money train
it’s all fun and games ’til ’em n*ggas came
windows rolled down, shots rang
lessons taught, dead n*ggas ain’t learn a thing
i’m drunk off champagne, long way from hunger pains
eastside, they know the slang, chevy on gold things
vintage mercedes, gold wings, styles part play low, man (yeah)

[chorus: elcamino]
i still say—
i can still say—
yeah, i still say—
huh, i still say—
huh, i still say money feel better than love
i still say— (oh*oh)
i can still say—
i still say—

[verse 3: elcamino]
yo, i came from public housing, sleeping on people couches
pork and beans on the stove top, wearing each other outfits
way back, way before all these new rappers was even out yet (wasn’t even out)
they was texting my jack, “where you at?” when they needed ounces
i just needed an outlet (the plug)
uh, i gotta break out the habit of showing love to people that changed
i just think the person they was, i guess it come with success (i guess)
everybody can’t come, some may get left, dah ha
right off the porch just to sling dope on the steps and we was (woo)
hungry like orphans, that’s how we got into theft (that’s all)
i done stacked me a fortune up, uh
you see how i directed my own orchestra
i came a long way from just posting up on mourdemar, uh
buffalo warriors, sure enough
you hear this real sh*t and feel the euphoria (feel that sh*t, n*gga)
uh, i’m sick of new n*ggas thinking that they them n*ggas now (tell y’all)
especially the ones who used to go to the store for us
[outro: elcamino]
wish y’all luck
we young thugs, we thugs
give me a hug, f*ck it
roll up a dub, f*ck it
pour up something in it
real sh*t

- elcamino

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