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letra de money sex murder - baby mel

[intro]
zay chelo, you made this?
ayy, man, let me get the wake up, man
they look at you like you the dope man
come on, man, i know you got it
i know you got it, come on, now
you need some dope?
h-ll yeah
man, i need a new window, man
ain’t n0body give me sh-t, man
d-mn
alright, d-mn, man, i’ll cut the grass or somethin’, but, but, i’ma need a down payment
i’m tryna get it
i got you
i’m still hustlin’

[verse]
i just sit back and observe the whole room, huh
can’t go for there b-tches ’cause all these b-tches choose, yeah
districted to my soul, i mean, i’m tryna play it cool
tryna go against this sh-t, you must be a fool
yeah, you must be a d-mn fool
yеah, my water dancin’ like i just jumped in thе pool
yeah, blood in my eyes ain’t sh-t to send you to the, mm, yeah
blood in my eyes ain’t sh-t to put you on the news
on the top of the food chain
never know how i’m feelin’, when you see me, got mood swings
lil’ bad sh-t tryna rape me
lil’ thick sh-t tryna date me
money rule the world
into the streets, but my eyes stay up on the world
yeah, i said it’s up, or play with me, i’ma make ’em learn
yeah, i ain’t lookin’ back up in the trench, it ain’t no fun
you think you are untouchable? you better keep your gun
you think i forgot ’bout that lil’ sh-t? better keep your gun (lil’ b-tch, yeah)
no, ain’t not runnin’ from me
lil’ b-tch better not run
it ain’t no runnin’ from me
lil’ b-tch, here i come
here i come
they spoke me up, they woke me up (they woke me up)
lil’ bad sh-t looked in my eyes, she already know what’s up (lil’ bad sh-t, yeah)
can’t go to sleep, blood on my mind, it got me rich as f-ck (huh, i’m rich as h-ll)
i’m addicted to this drank, sip out the sippy cup (i’m sippy)
they tried to swap me out like larry hoover, all i seen was red
move how i want, i’m like f-ck the rules (f-ck the rules, yeah, yeah)
don’t move the wrong way, promise they’ll shoot you
he think i’m playin’ but this sh-t real life (this sh-t real life)
i’m a whole gangster (lil’ b-tch, yeah), ho couldn’t trick me out the street
yeah, you ain’t no gangster just a man man with a gun (a gun, yeah, aight)
don’t wanna speak on me ’cause they see how i come (they see it)
they know what i done (they know)
they know what i do (lil’ b-tch)
tote my choppers out the roof (choppers out the roof)
tote my choppers in the coupe (yeah, in-one, n-gga, yeah)
[outro]
free, an in-one like f-ck the rules
yeah, n-gga, f-ck the rules (f-ck the rules)

- baby mel

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