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letra de money in the middle - 6a6ayaga

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[chorus]
lil’ b-tch i’m stacking bl–dy paper
with my crew out causing mayhem
i hit you shawtey in the dm
like my loud pack reaking
soul stealing
motherf-cker
i could blow for no reason
pull up with the choppa finna blow him to pieces
new burner, i just ran it back on a big bag
keltech with the drum mag
make ’em run fast
too bad
got a toe tag
where yo crew at
hold fast
tell ’em hold fast
where the dough at
i got all these b-tches playin’ money in the middle
want the gold you want the power better grip the f-cking pistol
you ain’t еver out of range, the scopеd ar, it gonna hit ’em
i supply the work you movin’ boy, i’m making all the riches
see your plug, he flexing money, but that money go to me
i was nothing, now i’m something, i ain’t doin’ sh-t for free
when i k!lled your little cousin, had him beggin’ on his knees
yaga, please don’t do it
but i pop my sh-t with ease
[verse]
b-tch
who the f-ck you think you talkin’ to?
finna pop back
police coming, hide it in my shoes
then i run fast
blood stain all up on my suit
don’t regret that
and who the f-ck you think you steppin’ to?
gettin’ pushed back
i’m talking hallow points so hit the deck
you find me where yo mrs at
or find me posted with the set
popping at yo broadies head
never claimed i’m perfect
i got demons from the past
suddenly you not so tough when i be smacking in that mag
i can redefine my bottom with these empty bottles of jack
new pack, new bag, know i’m bouta run it back

[chorus]
lil’ b-tch i’m stacking bl–dy paper
with my crew out causing mayhem
i hit you shawtey in the dm
like my loud pack reaking
soul stealing
motherf-cker
i could blow for no reason
pull up with the choppa finna blow him to pieces
new burner, i just ran it back on a big bag
keltech with the drum mag
make ’em run fast
too bad
got a toe tag
where yo crew at
hold fast
tell ’em hold fast
where the dough at
i got all these b-tches playin’ money in the middle
want the gold you want the power better grip the f-cking pistol
you ain’t ever out of range, the scoped ar, it gonna hit ’em
i supply the work you movin’ boy, i’m making all the riches
see your plug, he flexing money, but that money go to me
i was nothing, now i’m something, i ain’t doin’ sh-t for free
when i k!lled your little cousin, had him beggin’ on his knees
yaga, please don’t do it
but i pop my sh-t with ease

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