letra de money over smoke - 607
rule got d-mn number one
money money money over smoke
know a savage when you see a savage
know a hoe when you see a hoe
weak b-tch gone find a way to be a weak b-tch let em overdose
stay alive stay free gang bang bang n-gg- what you in it fo?
in it for the racks for the fam
f-ck respect ion give a d-mn
tryna live up to anotha n-gg- standard of a man keep you in a jam
n-gg-s mad at me in the can
sent bread but they want it all
pressure gotcha goin atcha dog
i ain’t stressin offa jail talk
once you back out that’s irrelevant
street n-gg-s got no etiquette
grew up dirty but i kept a b-tch
stayed free and i ain’t neva snitch
city kinda like fortnite
plenty guns but no medikits
everybody thinkin negative
biggest foes be ya relatives
(singin)
what it took just to beeee here
say i’m lucky youn know the price
i’m alive but i’m f-cked up
swear to god i wouldn’t do it twice
ion drive in the rain cuz it make me daydream bout them cold nights
you the son of a convict, so they treat you like a lowlife
i can make the sun go down on my enemies no problem
grew up stealin so i really can’t get too mad bout robbin
opp talkin like it’s redrum on my dead son i’ma off em
but i’m gettin to the money first
nothin cool bout a coffin
rule got d-mn number one
money money money over smoke
know a savage when you see a savage
know a hoe when you see a hoe
weak b-tch gone find a way to be a weak b-tch let em overdose
stay alive stay free gang bang bang n-gg- what you in it fo?
sicka n-gg-s
sicka b-tches sayin that they sicka n-gg-s and they wit em
i don’t give a f-ck about potential
you don’t understand the fundamentals
anybody k!lla, set trip
say a prayer when the jet lift
use to pray for my enemies
now i pray about my next flip
gun crime equal fed time
so i’m makin every shot count
let the news tell you what you hit
never stay to see em drop down
never let the dirt i had to do make me loco i’ma block it out
say my name 3 times swear to god i won’t go i be poppin out
i can make the sun go down on my enemies no problem
grew up stealin so i really can’t get too mad bout robbin
opp talkin like it’s redrum on my dead son i’ma off em
but i’m gettin to the money first
nothin cool bout a coffin
letras aleatórias
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- letra de sundan ra gihapon ka - mark mers
- letra de late nights (interlude) - poetic temper
- letra de animali - valentina parisse
- letra de rainy day lover - faith schueler
- letra de klungo couldn't save the day - darby o'trill
- letra de how could you? - mac asylum
- letra de walking - bright campa
- letra de purify - ryan hylton
- letra de when i see you smile - sadtxnshi