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letra de like fam - ace cino

[intro: babyface ray]
are you in the mafia?
(ohyeachris)
am i in the what?
whatever you want to call it, organized crime
now my n-ggas be lit now
i’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up

[verse 1: babyface ray]
chi cino like fam’ (yeah), game, that’s my man
we made it from doin’ bad, graduated from middle man (boy)
i know a hit town that’s k!lling your lil’ scams
we can get your b-tch on sprinter and [?]
spent the drank on amiris, spent a seal for the pants (d-mn)
probably never know how i feel with the bands
yeah, i’m a rap star in the field with my mans
look, i can stop now and i still be ahead
i got a holiday in miami (yop)
the trap twenty-four, so my boy doin’ ebbies
learn how to put the work in a baggie (learn how)
i’d meet you halfway, meaning six and [?]
i ain’t stuntin’, but i’m workin’ like my daddy
i know a bad b-tch who be workin’ if you got it
rest in peace snoop, got it tatted (got it tatted)
i feel like i done touched more since i got it
[chorus: ace cino]
weed smoke, now this money bomin’ rapidly (bomin’ rapidly)
my n-gga out in bali, send him, all i need is the addy
all these sticks on us like we went camping (like we in the woods)
you can tell when a bum-ass n-gga never had sh-t
met that ho, she callin’ me daddy (real story)
ten thousand beans in the whip the only time i feel childish
[?] blow a stout in an addy
the d-mn stash so good, i forgot i even had ’em

[verse 2: ace cino]
me and raid like fans, b-tch, we been locked in (yup)
still keep the purple, bumping urkies to the head (wrong way)
free my n-gga peezy ’til they let him out the feds
i just made a bubble bands ‘fore i got up out the bed
chi chi hustled everywhere, b-tch, i’m good with my hands
brodie keep the hammer, ain’t no motherf-ckin’ sledge (ain’t no f-ckin’ sledge)
dame pulled up to my brib with some reg’
called up unc’, tell him i need some more meds
said all i need is the addy (that’s all i need)
i got n-ggas out of town with more dog food than sh-ggy
and they keep some white girl like talon (for sure)
y’all n-ggas are for the show like jimmy
gave a half a perc’ to his b-tch, now she gettin’ nasty
police chase us over, fans was watching us, we was in the alley (gone)
you wanna be an opp? it’s up like the attic
i’m the type to go and get it, you the type keep lookin’ at it
[chorus: ace cino]
weed smoke, now this money bomin’ rapidly (bomin’ rapidly)
my n-gga out in bali, send him, all i need is the addy
all these sticks on us like we went camping (like we in the woods)
you can tell when a bum-ass n-gga never had sh-t
met that ho, she callin’ me daddy (real story)
ten thousand beans in the whip the only time i feel childish
[?] blow a stout in an addy
the d-mn stash so good, i forgot i even had ’em

[outro]
are you in the mafia?
am i in the what?
whatever you want to call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up
it’s a stereotype, and it’s offensive
and you’re the last one that ever wants to perpetuate it

- ace cino

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