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letra de stack up freestyle - cloudy

[intro]

beauty…west five….hopefully it’s enough beat on this dawn

[hook]

all my n-gg-s yelling f-ck b-tches and get money
hopping out of pink p-ssy chasing down blue hundreds
pickle jars of orange kush, cuties bout 4 20’s
whole o 2 something, 2 for 5’s who want em’

all my b-tches yelling f-ck n-gg-s and get money
sliding up and down a pole chasing down blue hundreds
selling thirsty n-gg-s dreams, cuties like new 20’s
louboutin’s 2 something, stack up who stunting stack up who stunting

stack up who stunting
stack up who stunting
stack up who stunting
stack up who stunting
stack up who stunting
stack up look…

[verse]

my curiosities for questioning misconceptions and the hypocrisies brought me some animosity
quality over quant-ty true but either way we gon build this money monopoly handling business properly
more master p than talib kweli
might sacrifice some content but overcompensate with royalties
no loyalties to any n-gg-s outside the team
so i don’t see me making no moves not lucrative for me
i got my hands on some plugs now but talk is cheap
so we ain’t rapping just gon’ pull up with a couple p’s
a couple asians in the jack that manufacture tees
now ya chick want a 7 shirt to match her 7 jeans
since these days n-gg-s wanna hear me bragging
a half a rack in each pocket got the denim sagging
we pray we double that tomorrow
put ya own up if you a boss nothing borrowed
stack up who stunting
we rolling ganja blunt longer than a 30 shotta
n-gg-s rubbabanding bread pocket full of dirty dollars
small-timer but don’t confuse it with small minded
big dreamer big tymer stunting once we all shining
until then you know we all grinding
build it up you know we all climbing
200 grams of blue dream inside a backpack pick it up in a lyft car
4 o’s in mason jars now this sh-t a zip car
learned from old heads that did dirt they h-lla p-ssionate
you ask for weed they pulling out them crack jars by accident
40th and baron down the bottom like 96
i was running round learning sh-t i’ll never forget
one backyard poppa had like 12 pits
12 gauge shotty red sh-lls no sh-llfish
held em’ in my hand but never strapped to my pelvis
why that when we heard the king of pop not elvis
he some n-gg- round the way that pop up like ex’s
pop a n-gg- in the face, relocate to texas
huh, ambitious we seen p’s turn to lexus trucks
plus them new chargers they starting like 26+

[hook]
so f-ck b-tches and get money
hopping out of pink p-ssy chasing down blue hundreds
pickle jars of orange kush, cuties bout 4 20’s
whole o 2 something, 2 for 5’s who want em’

- cloudy

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