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letra de spending spree mixxx - dj ess

[intro: babyface ray]
cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
cop-cop-cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
rip the seal, pour the sh-t, so dark look like it’s coffee drink
feel like steph, i’m ’bout to f-ck her friend, i’m bout to hit the three
f-ck- f-ck- f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree
cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek

(evil empire, new york downtown supplier)

[verse 1: babyface ray]
you starvin’, i get this sh-t
regardless, i’m tellin’ you
i’m busy, b-tch, can’t fit you in my schedule, i want revenue
all in nyc,i’m at saks fifth avenue
f-ck i- f-ck i- f-ck it, cut her off, i seen her out, she like, “i’m mad at you” (nah)
suites and courtside seats, players tryna meet
i’m livin’ right now, but i got youngins who’ll die for mе (yeah)
get my hands dirty, make it right, this sh-t pottеry (woo)
talkin’ sl!ck, have my n-ggas blitz, f-ck apologies (woo)
you gon’ give me honesty or you gon’ lie to me?
all that love i had for her, a ratchet sucked it out me (she nasty)
b-tch, calm down before i block you, know i’m living drama-free
the empire built like roc-a-fella, i ain’t tryna link
[verse 2: veeze]
i got thots and i got bad b-tches throwin’ tw-t on me
i can’t talk until i sip my syrup, you gotta pardon me
i just ran up like a buck and a half in dior joggin’ sneaks
my young n-ggas scam the world so much, f-cked up the economy (ayy)
i’m too sl!ck, wanna keep your b-tch? then keep her from ’round lil’ veeze (aha)
i ain’t sh-t, but pour the syrup so thick, like, i don’t wanna sneak it (who?)
who the f-ck all these f-ckin’ wavy navy wanna-bes? (who they wanna be?)
i got hitters like raccoons, you least expect it, they gon’ be on your street (bah, bah)

[chorus: babyface ray]
cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
cop-cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
cop-cop-cop-cop a bean, i got a pill for you, ain’t you tryna geek
(b-tch!)
rip the seal, pour the sh-t, so dark look like it’s coffee drink
feel like steph, i’m ’bout to f-ck her friend, i’m bout to hit the three
f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree

[chorus: veeze]
yeah (yeah)
i done f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree
stupid-ass youngin
i done f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree

[verse 2: babyface ray]
i done f-cked around, blew what you had in your life and went on a spending spree
that lil’ n-gga from the six, he doing fab just like i’m emily (facts)
ayy, it was love, but that sh-t get you k!lled, so ain’t no sympathy
xanny, lean, f-ck her, then forget her, fraud the remedy (xanny, lean)
you little n-ggas be k!llin’ me, spent so much gettin’ calls from louis
audemars got me ridin’ clean, but i’m not talkin’ rucci (audermars)
f-ck a ho, put my cup down, no, f-ck it, call me tunechi
power mode, right now i’m on go f-ckin’ all the groupies
front door action, walk right out the back, he call, i’m like, “who this?” (yeah)
i know n-ggas, they done did a lot, boy, but you won’t do this (yeah)
got that sh-t to blow, not for show, b-tch, don’t be stupid (got that sh-t)
got it for the low, fifty more dressin’ up my hooptie (yeah, smoke)
[verse 4: veeze]
i ain’t gotta flirt with no ho, they be always choosin’
that lil’ n-gga broke, he a joke, on some paul mooney (slatt)
f-ck- f-ck- f-ck a n-gga wife, out of town, i ain’t honeymooning (huh?)
poured up so much mud, moving slow like paul wall music
bro been acting scared to fly ’em back, man, f-ck it, i’ll do it
knew you still a kid, can’t soak my game because i child-proofed it
babyface my twin, if he don’t trust you, then i gotta shoot you
even though i dress just like a model, i’m no role model, boo
i’m scopin’ through the crowd to see the baddest b-tch, i’m way too picky
they walked me through the back, we seen the chef before we seen security
call amiri, they owe me a free shirt, i d-mn near spent a milli’ (yeah)
b-tches hittin’ they knees, they kaepernickin’, they know what time it is
paint- paint- the car with bennies, b-tches steppin’ on george washingtons
all my money ain’t clean, i’m tryin’ my best to try to wash the sh-t
oh, you wanna dress like me? you gotta cop before they drop the sh-t
goin’ inside of prada for regular tees, that’s how proud i’m is

[chorus: veeze]
f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree
yeah
i done f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree
stupid-ass youngin

(i done f-cked around, blew what you had in your life in just one spending spree)

- dj ess

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