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letra de meagan good - 637godwin

[intro]
huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
(ayy, tjay)

[chorus]
in my pockets like three-hundred
made like thirty-five k off of “she wants it”
now i’m makin’ some plays out in hollywood
rockin’ designer shades with the cs on it
if i show at your party, ain’t nothin’ good
and my b-tch lookin’ badder than meagan good
i be smashin’ these hoes, i been slangin’ wood
put some respect on my name, am i understood?
am i understood, though?
like ralph, every beat, i’ma wreck
i woke up in the mornin’ tryna get a check
with a lineup of hoes that’s gon’ get me erect
’cause i found one [?] ain’t talkin’ attack
got a couple white b-tches, they suckin’ me up
i’ma dime ’em and dash ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, i promised myself it was get rich or bust
rather cry in a rolls than shed tears on the bus

[verse]
cover myself in diamonds, they see me
they be bustin’ so hard, it’s like 3d
i’m always gettin’ my money, you cheat me
leave you dead on the side of six deep
got a few brothers, i swear they gon’ slide
heard your b-tch been storytellin’, shots at your ride
i want fame or glory, ain’t no time to decide
i’ma take ’em both, ain’t no askin’ me why
i got the whole world on my wishlist
i’m like “check, check, check”
if you a lame ho, you get dismissed
you can suck my d-ck
pockets lookin’ like the michelin man
i know i’m blowin’ up, no afghanistan
every time i’m smokin’ up, i feel like the man
every time i inhale, there’s a higher demand
and that’s ’cause i’m addicted
feels like my sanity has been evicted
mary jane in my ear sayin’ i’m lifted
feelin’ bipolar, my emotions shifted
if i couldn’t have it, i swear i would die
agony, bliss, i need to decide
smokin’ on p-ss and it’s leavin’ me fried
still, i look at my wrist and i see me some gliss
i’m thankin’ god that i got prison time
[chorus]
in my pockets like three-hundred
made like thirty-five k off of “she wants it”
now i’m some makin’ plays out in hollywood
rockin’ designer shades with the cs on it
if i show at your party, ain’t nothin’ good
and my b-tch lookin’ badder than meagan good
i be smashin’ these hoes, i been slangin’ wood
put some respect on my name, am i understood?
am i understood, though?
like ralph, every beat, i’ma wreck
i woke up in the mornin’ tryna get a check
with a lineup of hoes that’s gon’ get me erect
’cause i found one [?] ain’t talkin’ attack
got a couple white b-tches, they suckin’ me up
i’ma dime ’em and dash ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
yeah, i promised myself it was get rich or bust
rather cry in a rolls than shed tears on the bus (tears on the bus)

- 637godwin

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