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letra de one more sale - chase fetti

[intro: chase fetti]
these n-ggas know me, man, we the ones pushin’ the f-ckin’ culture, n-gga, castro, what up, buz, n-ggas know you can’t f-ck wit’ me, most valuable players

[verse 1: chase fetti]
uh, look, stay away from me with sucka talk, you f-ckin’ soft
typin’ like you winnin’ but be uninvolved (f-ck outta here)
had the homies raid the brib and, k!ll everybody, white? son? and doggy?
don’t touch a thing, we ain’t comin’ raw (naw)
i tell the homies bum out, you gon’ see a hunned chains, and a hunned cars (facts)
couple cards up my sleeve i’m, gamblin’ with the f-ckin’ charge (hahaha)
i bubble hard, good work, it’s never froth (never)
my n-gga swing that rock around like rucker park (y’all know me)
it’s a lay up, get thе bricks and soufflé ’em
when baggin’, we was on thе corner, pm to the am (for real)
my hitter got a vic, he only go if i okay him (brr)
soon as i give him the green, he gon’ shoot it like he tatum
i k!ll ’em that’s verbatim, all that playin’ that’s for sega
pull a mask and turn to vega, seein’ juks as elevators on ’em (lemme get that, n-gga)
n-gga, i never hated on ’em, sh-t, my fool waited on ’em
now i got the ball, i’m goin brazy on ’em

[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh-t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b-tch
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, i hustled around the clock, i never stopped and take a day off (nah)
i need millions like mayweather or bernie madoff (that money, n-gga)
i made a way with a hunned forty for a 8-ball
the sh-t you can pop smoke, shooters snort yo’ face off
went from nicolas in the cage, to felony on the page
to a paid celebrity on the stage (haha)
thought about equity, when i was sellin’ ecstasy and haze
as the pac-man, from tryna navigate my way through the maze (uhuh)
couldn’t afford the time ways ’cause crime pays
i probably read up a thousand times, go all out for mine
i only build with alpha mines, i don’t debate with the baiters (nah)
cop the yayo and we cook it in the alkaline
before rap, we was sellin’ horse like the ralph design
cuddy got knocked off, i had to re-route the grind
now i shine, i got diamonds in this mouth of mine
a 40 with the laser beam and a pocket 9

[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh-t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b-tch

[verse 3: boldy james]
base is loaded, i’m the babe ruth it if i’m under bay (ching)
swing ’bout it ’bout it, swing, swing it like a lumberjack (yeah)
bricky stamp, with a bumbersuit with the bloodclot
brickman on campus, i’m the new chubb rock (block work)
cut it in the bambage, band-aids in my ksubi jeans (yeah)
rosy perrier? suited bezzle, face of a beauty queen (27)
he tried to tell him take a plea then but he came muted (uh)
hope he get assigned a cell next to me in the same unit (grr)
you n-ggas got it out from me ’cause they (?) movies (uhuh)
soon as they let my n-ggas out the clink, we gettin’ straight to it (go get that check)
real v’s know these ain’t cubans (real (?))
i mix the ysl with the lv, call me st. louis (it’s the jackson)
face cryin’ like i’m gambit
been gone a month straight, old t–ther? like i’m stranded (it’s on)
you home alone, invade yo’ speed weed to sticky bandits
it’s the jackgod, the streets know me for tricky dancin’
go eat yo’ moves
[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh-t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b-tch

- chase fetti

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