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letra de vice city 2 - darkside e

[verse 1]

pull up in dat next year
ice on my neck wrist
beenboutacheck b-tch
meet me at the westin
cash my investments
molly for my breakfast
just came back from memphis
on my way to texas
money machine, dat b-tch workin
fulla dat lean, now i’m swerving
f-ckin wit me, i ain’t kno dat
n-gga owe me, where yo bro at
b-tch gotta leave, where yo coat at
i gotta eat, where dem bows at
my n-ggas sleep on yo doormat
kick yo door and hit yo forehead
i gotta car on my wrist
i go hard on a b-tch
i got hard for da chips
f-ck the mall, brought a brick
palm trees on the beach
yeezy slides on my feet
make her cheese then i skeet
watch her rub it in her t–th
i can’t sleep cause the money calling
hour after hour
dollar after dollar
soft or solid
n-gga place ya order
catch me walking outta mike’s
just brought some new water
hustle harder
still got the college money for my daughter
ima slaughter like i’m freddy kruger
hit em wit the ruger
k!ll a n-gga shooter
hit em wit the uzi leave em oozing, been
bouta, check
rims, tent
i’m equipped with the sh-t dat got tip pinched
get fl!cked, i’m outta here
hate when they bother me
pull up on the side of me
looking eye to eye with me
from the block
to the drop
to the yacht
to the cokpit
beenboutacheck
and it ain’t never gone stop b-tch

- darkside e

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