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letra de rich rapper - alan walks

[verse 1]
just coped the newest mercedes
i drive the ladies crazy
just aborted her baby with 8 g’s
driving with the roof down lately
i should go to the booth now, maybe
i carry rap on my back, spit facts
making 1 mil’ just off six tracks
going out in public, i miss that
me driving around in a polo, that’s a mismatch
kick her out my crew if her tits sag
i only care about making a rich bag
came in caring about the words
now i just follow herds and swallow herbs
i realised i could get more money with a hollow verse
before the money i got no birds
that was back in ’99 when i shot those worms
i missed and hit the earth
[chorus] 0:59
i drive fancy cars, but got no bars
my fans think i’m hard, thosе r-t-rds
i just laugh and burn money to a chard
my money is doublе but my sk!ll is half
used to get in trouble but got of that path
her ass is bubble, b-tch you wouldn’t last
i keep thoughts in a jar and rhymes in a vast
i’m topping charts and all things in shopping carts

[verse 2] 1:20
bruh, her tits don’t even fit in a bra
my garage is filled with k!ller cars
was born with aces but pulled winner cards
stacking up money from rapping, i m see
i used to be hungry, a rhymin’ beast
now i pour drinks like lion feet
went from trap to jazz
went from jazz to trap
as the years go by my sk!lls lack
i don’t believe in real rap
i miss when i used to k!ll track
use to see the microphone and steal that
organised letters like pillpacks
crashed a party with a ferrari
it’s a whole lotta red like carti
doing drugs and seeing my life drive past me
seeing the ghost of me in the mirror, laughing
i can’t think, i hit my head on the sink
i go to bed, spinning more than a rolling rink
red coming out, wait, i think that might be pink
[chorus] 2:08
i drive fancy cars, but got no bars
my fans think i’m hard, those r-t-rds
i just laugh and burn money to a chard
my money is double but my sk!ll is half
used to get in trouble but got of that path
her ass is bubble, b-tch you wouldn’t last
i keep thoughts in a jar and rhymes in a vase
i’m topping charts and all things in shopping carts

[verse 3] 2:29
my rhymes rusty, mind dusty
when i walk in a room nines f-ck me
wrong side of the tracks, my thoughts are black
i caught the flack and saw the racks
brought some crack, thank the lord but slack
crashed the jag, broke my jaw
had the bag, cokes and wh0res
cracked and sad, soaked and poor
where the f-ck is my loose change?
face swollen up, got a tooth ache
man i’ve gotta survive until tuesday
i gotta f-ck that model
why did i down that bottle?
i fall down, drop my crown
used to be a blood hound, don’t give a f-ck now
stuck to the floor looking at the ceiling
i reach for the door but i got this feeling
forgetting i’m poor, i feel like death is nearing
last thing i did was blow 4 mil’ on an earing
[chorus]
i drive fancy cars, but got no bars
my fans think i’m hard, those r-t-rds
i just laugh and burn money to a chard
my money is double but my sk!ll is half
used to get in trouble but got of that path
her ass is bubble, b-tch you wouldn’t last
i keep thoughts in a jar and rhymes in a vase
i’m topping charts and all things in shopping carts

- alan walks

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