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letra de bout my business - deniro farrar

[intro: deniro farrar]
yeah, n-gga this that real sh-t
cultrap worldwide sh-t, yeah
brick

[chorus: deniro farrar]
meet up with a nine piece (quarter), then turn that to a chicken (brick)
reinvest what i made from it, i ain’t ever trickin’ on b-tches
trap spot doin’ digits (numbers), k!llers with me in the trenches (bang)
plug throwin’ what i buy from him ’cause he know i’m ’bout my business (i’m ’bout my business)
meet up with a nine piece, then turn that to a chicken (a whole thang)
reinvest what i made from it, i ain’t ever trickin’ on b-tches
trap spot doin’ digits (numbers), k!llers with me in the trenches (bang)
plug throwin’ what i buy from him ’cause he know i’m ’bout my business (i’m ’bout my business)

[verse 1: deniro farrar]
n-gga say he want a whole thang, drought season, he gettin’ taxed
hit his -ss with a double cross, have my n-gga go and get it back (f-ck him)
this a different type of situation, usually we ain’t into that
but trump got the streets f-cked up, n-gga switched to the brown pack (heron)
plugged in with the smoke, we saran wrappin’ them p’s
we got non-dairy ice cream, that’s that pure cocaine
everything jumpin’ back over, n-gga, what the f-ck you mean?
these diamonds in my pendant ran me ’bout a quarter ki’
in this 392, police ain’t gon’ catch me
scatpack, h-llcat demon, b-tch n-gga, i’m off three
my lil’ n-gga kicked your door, so that work he got free
pillow talkin’ got you hit, y’all f-ck n-ggas so green, uh
ten ton jack, make it double
sell it while it’s wet, call it touch ‘n’ bust
fully loaded mac, bust it ’til it’s out
plug at the spot, ’bout to make a drop
buyin’ what he frontin’, all in one wop
traffic keep comin’ in nonstop
traphouse doin’ double digits
work sellin’ like it’s on clearance, yeah

[verse 2: jayway sosa]
sell dope to feed your daughter, don’t you?
live by a code of honor, don’t you?
ride with yoppas on the back seat
you be ready for the sparkin’, don’t you?
no, this gun ain’t got no registration (nah)
if you pull it, you’ll pop it, won’t you?
it’ll just make you put your partners on it (yeah)
you gon’ have somebody droppin’, won’t you? (yeah)
we all know that’s cap (that’s cap, dawg)
you never sat in no trap (no)
whole half a bird in my lap
burglar bars on the door, all the whips in the back
he’ll see a rat n-gga and charge for the max (what else?)
rollin’ up all this dope, i might not sell a sack
i make off with a clean bag
know we want it, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
your b-tch wouldn’t let me f-ck, i had to stiff arm her (yeah, stiff arm)
tried to run off with the sack, then put the stick on ’em (yeah, boom)
sent an apb out soon as they dropped a hit on him (yeah)
think they put a brick on him
on my line, i caught a fish on it

- deniro farrar

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