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letra de high speed chase 1 (strong armed robbery freestyle) - blood money

[intro]
yeah, the f-ck!
hey y’all ain’t gon’ catch me, i got 6 speeds b-tch!
ain’t no catching me n-gga, v12 sh-t
b-tch! squad!

[verse 1]
high speed chase, 100 grand cash on me
500 crack jabs on me
pop a molly do the dash on em
i get away imma laugh on em

m6 blew a bag on em
twin macs 25 cash on em
on the interstate swerving out a ki of yay
no knowing if death’s coming for me today

got a bag gotta beat the case
nuff bread i could p-ss a out whole f-cking kia date
i pray to god chief get away
he in a maserati so if they catch him it ain’t gonna be the day
i got a gun i don’t need a safe
you can catch me in the hood like suge, yeah i be with apes
exit on roswell, they went the other way
got a bag full of money ain’t gonna be no other way
i know they got my line tapped there ain’t gonna be no talking
lay low for 2 weeks i gotta spot [?]

feds got me real rick rossing, web searching
so i can murder every motherf-cker talking
blow em down now i’m picking coffins
matter of fact imma have the motherf-cker swimming with the dolphins

drug raid up in minnesota
100 thousand dollar bond they catch me on this sh-t it’s over
got n-ggas up out cali pushing h-lla cola
net worth got a plug up in [?]
cost a lot of chimps on my shoulder

fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders
got me riding around in a range rover
fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders
got me riding around in a range rover

[bridge]
hey…
never thought…
it would come to this…
but watch me…
f-ck you, sucker

[verse 2]
flying through the hundreds every district on my bumper
everybody out, getting in for the summer
money out the window got the crowd going bonkers
f-ck the boppas i make it rain cause i’m a stunner
got away free thanks to my godmama
threw my llama in the bushes with all of my commas
road block up ahead i ain’t going under
too many guns if i instagram em it will stun you
in the words of my n-gga plies imma burn you

switch cars got my louis’ on blowing ganja
my baby mama met us right of a 111
pulled off smooth, not looking for no attention
she was in a beemer the same color of [?]
all black .40, a 30 clip extended
pulled up to your home, murder your woman
leave the shorties alive, let em tell you i did it
shoot at me and make it, i’m lurking no i’m in prison… sh-t…
y’all get the picture right?

[outro]

- blood money

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