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letra de mo money - bic fizzle

[refrain]
more money, more problems
max glocks, more choppers
i’m feelin’ red, devily, then had feelings, then i blew, my heart lost ’em
turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, i’ma wear one
you say i won’t first shoot for four ones, now i ball out for the days i ain’t have much (skinnykhris)

[pre-chorus]
soul survivor, go for it like it ain’t no tomorrow
i drive the whip like a stolen car
fishcale hoop, know a dude your bar
straight from the block, i was born a star
how you trap out abandoned car?
‘fore i take me a loss, i’ma crash on y’all
talkin’ this shh, i’ma collect the call
just sixteen, b-tch, knock somethin’ off

[chorus]
more money, more problems
max glocks, more drums on sticks
young n-gga lit, i could f-ck any b-tch
last yеar i was schemin’ and plottin’ on l!cks
i’m ridin’ solo thuggin’, whenevеr i’m out, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
.556 cl!ck boom-boom-boom, n-gga get outta line, take away the whole cl!ck

[verse]
a soul survivor, go for it like it ain’t no tomorrow
reach for my neck, get his head took off
racks in my pocket, i know they be watchin’
won’t stop ’til i’m up, bic fizzle a boss
f-ck what it cost, i’ma get what i want
i’m just for less buyin’ clothes and robes
h-llcat engine, h-llcat the sauce
say i know how to grind, i ain’t takin’ no loss
get in my feelings, i just f-cked my thought
promethazine just to heal with my cough
long road pray, i don’t never get lost
right hand on the cross, left wrist on frost
flip flip the b-tch, no twenty-two talls
just threw bruh a pack and he sn-tched like moss
1017 on my neck and it cost
on sixteen, the cloud speed where i used to walk
[refrain]
more money, more problems
max glocks, more choppers
i’m feelin’ red, devily, then had feelings, then i blew, my heart lost ’em
turned to a man, all bossed up, you see me turnt up, fifteen hundred for kicks, i’ma wear one
you say i won’t first shoot for four ones, now i ball out for the days i ain’t have much

[chorus]
more money, more problems
max glocks, more drums on sticks
young n-gga lit, i could f-ck any b-tch
last year i was schemin’ and plottin’ on l!cks
i’m ridin’ solo thuggin’, whenever i’m out, i ain’t worried ’bout sh-t
.556 cl!ck boom-boom-boom, n-gga get outta line, take away the whole cl!ck

- bic fizzle

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