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letra de let's get it - anglo da$h

(intro)
ay it’s money man
yep
(??????)
let’s go

(verse 1)
i’m in the lane and im blowing that gas
puff in your face ,you know we don’t pass
she call up a a cause she goin too fast speed up dat wip” it’s so fast it might crash
play with them stick go crazy blow up dat gas and i’m feeling real lazy
99 babies they cry like the 80s
gone hop on that b-tch so you won’t have to chase me
i’m in the lack ,rollin up the gas dropped the weed in the back
if uu ain’t scared, why you run up like that
play up with the opps then i pop up with straps
i mix da faygo n lean in ma cup
roll up a spark and we shootin sh-t up
pull off on that plug and don’t give f-ck
catch me outside and i keep that sh-t tuck
not here for discussion that chopper don’t listen
last opp he was beefing i heared he gone missing
i know you a fan cause you up in ma mansion
n-ggas be mad cause we gettin attention that glock is how i show ma business
busting and balling we can’t leave a witness
pimp up a million with me and my n-ggas yeah i was broke but now i’m worth figures
so you see lotta fake n-ggas around me i type i press delete
i don’t need a partner it’s all about me
it’s me and your b-tch sippin on hennessy
waited for my competition then realised that ain’t no1 in my position
me n n-gga never had the same vision now im over high flying like a pigeon

(hook x2)
count up dat cash
let’s get it
blow up dat gas
let’s get it
say uw want smoke
let’s get it
pull up with sticks we with it 1

(verse 2)
chop up a 50 n now it’s man down
been wild n out n he busting a clown
you came with a cream and i give you a
pound
don’t gotta go home got that pack on me now
i got the work in the back of a truck
o.g in my wood and it smelling like skunk
you lookin for b-tches you came shottin trash make a b-tch disappear…ma chopper do math
i hit it like dat ,that’s facts made a mill on ma phone (rex)
these n-gga be pullin gimics,instead of focusing on raps,you p-ssy cats
dark knight i’m the bat she said she want it
that real n-gga come with the strap real n-gga come with the stap
these b-tches fighting for me i don’t care i’m blowing on them trees
my name buzzing like the beez ain’t nothing better than this
hey heyy okay please on dat ass wanna put some little grease
woah woah please don’t use ya t–th really hurts when i have to leave, cause i get money overseas had to get money overseas
i ain’t grown but i’m grown-ish
big dog and i’m off the leash
success is a drug and i’m high
haven’t made it i’m stuck in sky
n-ggas hatin hating don’t know why mordecai boutta mordecry bye
aight
(hook)
count up that cash
let’s get it
blow up that gas
let’s get it
say you want smoke
let’s get it
pull up with sticks we with it

- anglo dah

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