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letra de rolling stone - blockstarbeezy

(hook)
rolling stone mick swagger
watch my pockets get fatter
they just mad my b-tch badder
but it really don’t matter
tell ’em save the chit chatter
still holdin’ that ladder
still a get his sh-t splattered
and it really don’t matter (×2)

(verse 1)
see me bouncin’ through the hood
ya b-tch was bouncin’ on the wood
rollin’ ounces of the good
steady countin’ like i should
f-ck a check up drippin’ like im ronny
i remember whippin’ in the johnny’s
got her wet she drippin’ like dasani
runnin’ to the money that’s where you can find me
young n-gga in his prime now
tell ’em that it’s my time now
p-ssy hatin’ better calm down
everything i wear design now
bright lights of that night life
my sprite spiked my ice bright
treat ya b-tch to a nice night
then tell her go and have a nice life
thought last night was my last night
consequence of this fast life
takin’ risks to get my cash right
menage’s wit’ some bad dikes
like it natural no -ss shots
turn ya b-tch to my mascot
bands all in my stash spot
lookin’ im a jackpot
gettin’ to the paper screamin’ f-ck a hater
.40 wit’ the laser shooters that a lay ya
b-tch i been a playa see me kickin’ flavor
ima let you love her i just penetrate her
took a couple pills take a couple more
ima get it first because i want it more
‘fore the @ names and the under scores
b-tch i been a bull b-tch i been a bull

(hook)

(bridge)
peep how i swag on ’em
might hit the dab on ’em
might cop a jag on ’em
might drop a bag on ’em
oh that’s my bad homie
i got you mad homie
cover the tab homie
work by the slab homie (×2)

(verse 2)
b-tch im that n-gga that’s no lie
mixin’ these drugs got me so high
should buy me an airport im so fly
f-ck a n-gga playin’ both sides
serve ’em raw yeah my phone was buzzin’
cop enough then ima throw ’em something
stop the talkin’ i know you frontin’
beat it up like she owe me something
catch me rollin’ wit’ a savage
catch a murder that’s practice
n-gga servin’ that package
n-gga swervin’ that aston
doin’ donuts in a lambo
fresh b-tta’s and camo’s
take down on ya bando
fill ya whole block wit’ ammo
turtle top that’s a trap van
no namco im pac-man
don’t f-ck wit’ clowns like batman
wit’ a white b-tch on black sand
smokin’ good and poppin’ pills
sip lean count dollar bills
f-ck you n-ggas that’s just how i feel
hatin’ n-ggas salty as the bonneville
standin’ in the kitchen whippin’ up the work
and i got ya wifey liftin’ up her skirt
runnin’ to the money we gon’ get it first
any n-gga cross us they can get a he-rs-
they don’t know it yet but ima livin’ legend
and we gettin’ paper by the millisecond
p-ssy n-gga scared and probably call the cops
make me bring that drum out like im charlie watts

(hook)

- blockstarbeezy

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