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letra de dollar 8 bar - aj tracey

couple n-ggas do scams and they pop cards
slags holla for the roast, that’s a pop tart
i’m on the grizzy full-time, i don’t stop-start
re-up on the ting, i got it up and hit the block hard
and now i’m on my way to the party
in a foreign whip with a spanish little shawty
n-ggas got the wheel, drinking bacardi
in the back, b-tch moving fast like a [?]

i’m kicking back with that hennessy
l!cking shots at the bar like i’m bellamy
i was in the back of the blocks moving celery
now i’m at the front busting shots like i’m cleverley
age thirteen, i was on it if it paid me
five years later, still trap in the rain g
i haven’t seen a couple x-rays lately
i’m drop any man fam, fellaini

and these days it’s evidently that i caught a buzz
i’m looking down to h-ll but it’s deeper than i thought it was
to the top, i pray to god i never drop
nightmares from the bottom, day-dreaming ’bout the top
uh, i’m really moving like a mo’f-cker
going in raw, i forgot to bring my other rubber
lyrical renegade, sweet flow, [?]
money hungry n-ggas, why should you be sharing dinner plates?
i made that green flip
big wand, i could show her magic tricks
smoking on the ammi and it’s over-piff
see i’m cooling in the cut with a couple nigs
i’m crushing up this cheddar and it f-cking stinks
i still can pay my young g half a jib
loonie in the cut with a couple chicks
facetime in my yard and i ain’t on vid

my thotty from north wanna see me
but i said i can’t see her like stevie
she got mad, tried to throw a little tantrum
so i laughed, sent a straight face on my bb
my connect real british, that’s bt
sent a b-tch home, no [?], that’s et
this n-gga’s cow told her friends that i’m tasty
i put it in her buns now i hardly wanna beef me

one strap, three akhs, two bricks
only trust the mandem from the block, who these new pr-cks?
if i catch a n-gga on the block i’ll be like ‘who’s this?’
slap a n-gga with my shotty, that’ll leave him toothless
i’m with mtp, we ain’t mainstream
my team paid n-gga, yeah we make p
i’m l!cked off the ammi ’cause it’s piff weed
four bun then the room is like a chimney
see nothing ain’t the same no more
i’m older now, i stand for myself, i’ve got a cause
see this cake on the table, [?]
i’m selfish for a reason, my n-gga i’m making more
you lost me there, when you asked me for a feature
i should be in the studio with loonz, not playing fifa
you see my n-gga jay, he’s moving all that ammo
every time i stop on the beat, i’m moving paro

see i get real smoky
and i couldn’t link your girl cah she smoky
and she f-cked my whole team
cah i gave her some molly and some codeine
see i’m smoking with my og’s
sipping grey goose while i blow trees
devil in my boat from the amnes
twenty-one bells, i could take out your whole team

- aj tracey

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