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hxndro - started from scratch lyrics

[intro: hxndro]
can’t tell me nothing
no way, hozay
yeah, yeah
uh, look, uh, look

[chorus: hxndro]
can’t tell me nothing, i started from scratch (from scratch)
yeah, and i ain’t have no racks
if i lose some money, i’mma get it back (for real)
yeah, and that’s a big fact (big fact)
n+gga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (grrt+baow)
leave him flat like a flapjack (like a flapjack)
can’t tell me nothing, i started with scr+ps (for real)
me and the money, we the perfect match (no way, hozay)

[verse 1: hxndro]
can’t tell me nothing, got it out the mud (got it out the mud)
can’t tell me sh+t, i had to run it up, aye (i had to run it up)
i remember days, they ain’t show me love (nah)
now all these b+tches be my fans, yeah, they tryna f+ck
b+tch, i’m married to the money, yeah, i been cuffed
aye, never stop grinding, you can’t have enough
yeah, i put that on gang, them demons who i trust (for real)
all these n+ggas in my face, tryna be one of us (no way, hozay)
uh, can’t tell me nothing, can’t tell me sh+t, dawg
try to diss on the gang, you gon’ take a big loss
all this money on me, i feel like i’m rick ross
only work for myself, n+gga, i’m a big boss, aye
[chorus: hxndro]
can’t tell me nothing, i started from scratch (from scratch)
yeah, and i ain’t have no racks, uh
if i lose some money, i’mma get it back (for real)
yeah, and that’s a big fact (big fact)
n+gga keep talking, he gon’ get whacked (grrt+baow)
leave him flat like a flapjack (like a flapjack)
can’t tell me nothing, i started with scr+ps (for real)
me and the money, we the perfect match (no way, hozay)

[verse 2: eriick gambino]
he don’t get no pass, we get on his ass
762’s out the chopper, make it blast (grrrah)
and my n+ggas get up on you, that’s the perfect task (perfect task)
and my n+ggas tryna rob you, tryna get that bag (boom+boom)
if you really want some smoke, then inhale it, n+gga
i’m a real n+gga, hanging with some felons, n+gga (yeah, they felons)
ain’t no rat boys, ain’t no telling, n+gga
ain’t no rat boys, ain’t no telling, n+gga (no way, hozay)
and that gas pack, that’s what you smelling, n+gga
glocks in the mail, that’s what we mailing, n+gga (ship ’em over)
and that gas pack, that’s what you smelling, n+gga
and them glocks in the mail, yeah, we mailing, n+gga

- hxndro lyrics

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