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letra de artist - b. rashaad

[chorus: b. rashaad]

(whooo) (uhh, uhh) i got dreams of makin’ the forbes list i prefer my b-tches like my diamonds… flawless
you self made when ya money match your power
i wish 1000 deaths on a rat or a coward (who!)

[verse 1: b. rashaad]

if you mеntion my name make sure you put rеspect on it…
if a n-gga want smoke… say less i put a check on it
got it from the muscle now a n-gga flexxin’…
real n-ggas link up we don’t neva checkin’
you wanna get wit somethin’ n-gga get with this
the rollie face red lookin’ i slit my wrist..
& when i hit ya chick… she told me how you get ya chips…
n-gga this chess not checkers… i can get you flipped
so you better tread light… f-ck them dirty b-tches
& when things on you… neva run them red lights
remember them times when them b-tches would ignore me…
now they suckin’ d-ck backwards and they callin’ me for orgies
lorrrrd…. it get unholy when they see the rollie…
if you don’t know me please don’t walk up on me, look
because, i light sh-t up like a firetruck… try ya luck
we play wit sticks that’ll leave that ass on ice like a hockey puck… (n-gga)
[chorus: b. rashaad]

(whooo) i got dreams of makin’ the forbes list
i prefer my b-tches like my diamonds… flawless
you self made when ya money match your power
i wish 1000 deaths on rat or a coward

[verse 2: b. rashaad]

remember days when a n-gga couldn’t afford sh-t
now i got my eyes on forbes list… n-gga i’m important
got it out the mud a n-gga neva had endors-m-nts
won’t stop until my keyz come wit b’s and them horses
put the petal to the metal yeah its go-time (skrrt)
i don’t neva freeze up when its showtime
one call… them shooters formin’ like they voltron
this a 4-5 but i’m givin’ you the whole 9 (get it)
you only snappin’ when its lights, camera action
and if it ain’t my sh-t i don’t wanna hear about no fashion
i run a tight ship on this boat a n-gga the captain
& you ain’t really live that life n-gga… we know u just rappin’
what you know about that mulsanne… that b-tch hog up both lanes
heard you and ya dawg… copped a foreign… but y’all both lame
my roof look like a bald spot… somebody pass the rogaine
make ya b-tch gas the whip then she gon’ blow me… like i’m propane n-gga
[chorus: b. rashaad]

- b rashaad

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