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letra de stay like that - cheque lowkks

“760 don’t play like that
west side we ride
got a pocket full of racks
little b-tch fall back
calle dulce where it at

i’m just tryna get rich hope it stay like that
stay like that stay like that x2
760 don’t play like that” x2

i’ma fat m-th-f-cka and i lie a lot
i be rolling the up the loud i’m getting high a lot
i be all about the static like a kilowatt
so this sh-t don’t stop
’till you hear gunshots
calle dulce be the block
cheque loaded with a glock
double barrel keep it c-cked
kuz’ the safeties never locked
on the liquor going dumb
i’ma drink it till i’m numb
i don’t wanna fall asleep
rubbing white girl on my gums
dulce move it by the ton
no fun
black and white got you looking like a nun
load the ruger with a drum
leave ya body in a slum
c d g calle dulce gang
red rum murder murder income
k!lla cali, that’s where i’m from (west)
broke ass bum yea i used to be one
now i’m stacking paper paper b-tch my thirst isn’t done
yea i’m hotter than the sun
no you’ll never see me run
price on my head (racks)
the bounty is labeled
late at night yea we creep in the stable
i’m racking the yayo from table to nasal
the 8 ball is fatal the money i cradle
no sleep (all night)
so deep
inside of the dungeon i summon the heat
i take a deep breath and exhale on the beat
boy i’m here for the money i won’t take defeat

“760 don’t play like that
west side we ride
got a pocket full of racks
little b-tch fall back
calle dulce where it at

i’m just tryna get rich hope it stay like that
stay like that stay like that x2
760 don’t play like that” x2

no sleep
so deep
always in the streets
instrumentals on repeat
got the heat in my lap and i’m going 120
real bummy
78 to the 5 sh-t funny
drank a whole lotta liquor now i’m going h-lla dummy
all about the f-cking money
boy i’m sweeter than some honey
you could never take it from me i’m the one and i came to eat
everywhere i look bodies out here laying in the streets
enemies, out here getting real stuck
yous a lame like a duck no f-cks
that’s yo b-tch ? i’ma nut
not giving a mad f-ck
what you other suckas’ throw up
i point the piece and i bust
i stash the heat and i hush (shhh)
i spark the blunt and i puff (gas)
i po’ a little too much
never worrying about rust
when i hit the booth i’m so clutch
lyrically i’m a living breathing demon
i don’t usually come for blood less you giving me a reason
i don’t brace for any weather kuz’ i’m fit for every season
even if the door is locked, you know i’ma put the keys in
i be getting h-lla turnt
from the morning to the evening
sh-t so fire leave it burnt
always gone but never leaving
ill get that sh-t cracking when i step up to the scene &
spread a little bit of seasoning
leave a m-th-f-cka sneezing (achoo)
bless you
if you tripping we gone bless you
45. cal really gone help to undress you

“760 don’t play like that
west side we ride
got a pocket full of racks
little b-tch fall back
calle dulce where it at

i’m just tryna get rich hope it stay like that
stay like that stay like that”

- cheque lowkks

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