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letra de fasho - chuuwee, money montage & eli mcfly

[intro]
ha
want to
mm
don’t bring no
yeah, don’t bring no
(mm, montage)
ayy (toni)

[chorus]
don’t bring no freaks to the crib ’cause the street that we live
you don’t really touch a band, it’s still g how i live
i’m off six grams of shrooms, i’ma tweak in this b-tch
brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this b-tch
we got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth
i’m off yo gabba gabba, i take gaba [?] pills
’cause i’m [?] client, still off vican and dry tonic
i’ll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach

[verse 1]
yeah
[?] them n-ggas was your friends and you showed ’em where you live
stupid-ass n-gga, just be glad you don’t have kids
i ain’t never had no deal, i just get it how i live
check the self-investment, probably ran it up a mill’
need a rental in the south, not a mansion in the hills
run into some money, i’ll be head over heels
off the psilocyb shrooms, i can’t get out of the feels
off these yo gabba gabbas, i take gaba [?] pills
’cause i’m [?] clonic, still off vican and dry tonic
i’ll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach
eyes on it, where’s the prize? i’m gon’ ride for it
die for it, but i’m immortal, n-gga, i am horace
drive sport in a 430, all black
bad b-tch blowing up the phone, i don’t call back
abn, i don’t give a f-ck what you call that
atm, paypal that stack, i need all that
[chorus]
don’t bring no freaks to the crib ’cause the street that we live
you don’t really touch a band, it’s still g how i live
i’m off six grams of shrooms, i’ma tweak in this b-tch
brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this b-tch
we got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth
i’m off yo gabba gabba, i take gaba [?] pills
’cause i’m [?] client, still off vican and dry tonic
i’ll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach

[verse 2]
new crib, still gotta put the cameras up
bad b-tch with titties like she pamela
a twelve gangs, ain’t get a chance to raise his hammer up
she beg for it, say please, you know she got her manners up
n-ggas jelly but i never let ’em jam me up
all about the bread, n-gga, i was bumpin’ anti up
nutting on her chin and the drips f-cked her camey up
know my arm strong, a n-gga try and put the family up
yeah, i’m just tryna leave the family straight
words cutting through all you characters, this ain’t anna mae
thought that i was bound for departure but now i plan to stay
if she with me, her ass fat, i’m from planet yae
money coming through a beat, i got a bomb on
flexed up, been about paper, don’t know what y’all on
this nothin’ but a rerun that [?]
you can’t f-ck up my st–ze, b-tch, i count up my cheese (ayy, ayy)
[chorus]
don’t bring no freaks to the crib ’cause the street that we live
you don’t really touch a band, it’s still g how i live
i’m off six grams of shrooms, i’ma tweak in this b-tch
brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this b-tch
we got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth
i’m off yo gabba gabba, i take gaba [?] pills
’cause i’m [?] client, still off vican and dry tonic
i’ll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach

- chuuwee money montage eli mcfly

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