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letra de 1st of the month - cartier'god

[intro]
i’m working on dying

[chorus: chxpo]
need to catch up, tell a n-gga, “eat dust”
smoking big blunts, now my trap ho stunt
every day the first of the month, show money
trap money, rap money, blood money, catch up
wake up, wake up, wake up, b-tch, i wake up and stunt
get up, get up, get up, n-gga, get on our level
come up, come up, come up, it’s the first of the month
come up, come up, come up, it’s the first of the month

[verse 1: chxpo]
n-gga cuttin’ [?], acting like the sh-t was dope
i hit my first l!ck before i hit my first note
i hit my first note before i hit my first ho
flexin’ n-gga, real designer sh-t, you didn’t know i was broke
i just wantеd a [?]
i ain’t want a rollie, i just wanted some gold t–th
n-ggas know mе from the [?]
it was me and [?], totin’ heat, sellin’ d
i was on 93rd with zay t
know chxpo came up off of 50 block
got my lil’ bro to walk around with fifty shots
had the glizzy, pop on any block but i don’t milly rock
i don’t [?], lil chxpo with a pretty thot
in the trap spot, [?] broke, [?] the pot
them boys get to that knot, n-gga steady pull up [?]
[?] the hallway every day
them boys got ak’s, b-tch, we got hk’s
we [?] broad day and we gon’ let them spray
i might f-ck kim k like ray j, like kanye
i got yae, i got [?], you n-ggas is not safe
[chorus: chxpo]
need to catch up, tell a n-gga, “eat dust”
smoking big blunts, now my trap ho stunt
every day the first of the month, show money
trap money, rap money, blood money, catch up
wake up, wake up, wake up, b-tch, i wake up and stunt
get up, get up, get up, n-gga, get on our level
come up, come up, come up, it’s the first of the month
come up, come up, come up, it’s the first of the month

[verse 2: cartier’god]
first of the month, everybody gettin’ paid
got [?], go and sign the check away
me and chxpo chopped it up with switchblades
me and chxpo shoot a n-gga like [?]
i got some n-ggas locked up, they threw the key away
yeah, i’m out here mobbin’ in the street like [?]
[?] crucifix me, tryna [?] with some weight
try to put me under, but they know that who i stay
and you know i’m caked up, b-tch, i got my weight up
out here flexin’ hard, b-tch, i better put ya bae up
f-ck [?] just because i’m geeked up
150 shooters in atlanta, [?]
b-tch, i’m freestylin’, based freestyle, t’d up
ocean gang

- cartiergod

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