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letra de moncler bubble (remix) - baby money

[intro]
(d-mn, machu, why’d you have to do them like that?)

[verse 1: baby money]
yeah, park the foreigns when we slide, we in fast whips
it’s twenty-one inside my block, this my savage
we get one-twenty a pop without asking
so why buy a gucci shirt without the jacket?
f-ck a heart, i don’t love no b-tch, i lovе fashion
a n-gga violate the gang, get his flag took
evеn if it’s halloween, we still masked up
now every time a n-gga die, they come ask us
yeah, this that baby los asking for dollars
i was f-cked up, they know i’d be a problem
that 550 blue, i used to drive inside a honda
a matte black coupe, b-tches screaming out, “wakanda”
i’m ’bout to f-ck the city up, i’m kwame
i caught something out the blue, a body
he said he took something from los? he lyin’
i put a lot of n-ggas on, so they ridin’
[chorus: baby money]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t have sh-t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh-t
n-ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b-tch, we crashed it
come and f-ck one of my n-ggas, get your ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[verse 2: babyface ray]
this that babyface they ain’t wanna see
might be somethin’ to you, but it ain’t nothin’ to me
moncler bubbles for the last ten winters
he say he a big fan, n-gga, come and spin with us
i told him hit the car and whoever sittin’ with him, f-ck ’em
i ain’t jesus, man, i swear i’m tired of savin’ n-ggas
i don’t do the trishas, man, i f-ck with wock’
any time, can up a block
when you got it in, n-ggas fake, b-tches f-ck a lot
used to see baby los run the one, now he run the block
flood the whole city full of beans, finna flood a watch
exotic smoke spillin’ off my jeans when i’m jumpin’ out
moncler bubbles on my seat, that’s how i’m comin’ now, n-gga

[chorus: baby money]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t have sh-t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh-t
n-ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b-tch, we crashed it
come and f-ck one of my n-ggas, get your ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich
[verse 3: peezy]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t have it
now it’s lvs and double-g’s on the jacket
two hundred on the dash, you can’t catch me in traffic
drop a hundred on your ass, don’t be playin’ with that package
you wanna see a n-gga do some magic?
turned fifty grams to a hundred, weigh it up and bag it
stuffed fifty grand in my new amiris, now i’m saggin’
got a crackhouse when i was nineteen, i wasn’t scammin’
sent the weed back to the plug ’cause it was bammer
twenty deep in the back of the club goin’ hammer
she with me doin’ sh-t you wouldn’t believe all on camera
drunk a three, now a n-gga movin’ slower than my grandma

- baby money

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