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letra de extra - dead broke boo

[chorus]
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they foul
dope boy make the hoes go wild
got it out the mud, had to stay down
f-ck who up next ’cause we got now
get a whole lot of money, i’m up
young n-gga made the trap house thump
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they extra
i get a bag n-gga and apply pressure
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they foul
dope boy make the hoes go wild
got it out the mud, had to stay down
f-ck who up next ’cause we got now
get a whole lot of money, i’m up
young n-gga made the trap house thump
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they extra
i get a bag n-gga and apply pressure

[verse 1]
first time appointment, she know where i’m from
young n-gga flexin’, i’m up like two thumbs
ride through the streets, push through the slums
gotta have patience, your moment gon’ come
cash out with the plug, spend big old racks
done really got a bag, yeah big old facts
yeah, yeah, pull a bankroll out, that’s a big old mess
these n-ggas wanna talk, they can talk about me
how i k!lled ’em with the dog, had to ball with the rock
had the b-tch in the spot eatin’ d-ck like a thot
the whole brick on the counter, give a f-ck [?]
i’m servin’ who want it, they buyin’ me out
they swear that he dead and counted me out
i’m still in rotation, i’m still motivation
f-ck them young n-ggas that’s chasin’ that bacon
n-ggas be hatin’, i’m payin’ attention
i’m throwin’ that bag, i’m havin’ precision
i’m covered in sauce, i’m drippin’, i’m drippin’
you n-ggas is losers, don’t know about winnin’
lost all my n-ggas, i ain’t got no feelings
i ain’t got no wife, i ain’t had no children
caught up on a bag, all i want is a million
caught up on a bag, all i want is a million

[chorus]
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they foul
dope boy make the hoes go wild
got it out the mud, had to stay down
f-ck who up next ’cause we got now
get a whole lot of money, i’m up
young n-gga made the trap house thump
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they extra
i get a bag n-gga and apply pressure
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they foul
dope boy make the hoes go wild
got it out the mud, had to stay down
f-ck who up next ’cause we got now
get a whole lot of money, i’m up
young n-gga made the trap house thump
i don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, they extra
i get a bag n-gga and apply pressure

[verse 2]
all i want is money baby, i can’t even lie
and i’m off a four of reby ’cause a deuce don’t get me high
totin’ these llamas, i’m a beast, these opps end, that’s on my life
and if he go against the grain and disrespect me he gon’ die
n-ggas tryna compete but they hustle be weak
ain’t never hustled the streets
charge my dope fiends, a hundred a g
ain’t too many n-ggas a hundred like me
ain’t too many n-ggas gon’ stunt like me
pay for the p-ssy, two hundred this cheap
told my sister don’t be f-ckin’ for free
sippin’ hi-tech when i want to get geeked
trappin’ all day, i really don’t sleep
i don’t got no pistol if you violate me
young n-gga havin’ money, i’ll pay for a body
lost all my dogs, i ain’t spare n0body
i want to k!ll everybody
i don’t need n0body, just me and my dogs
give me an m and i swear we gon’ ball

- dead broke boo

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