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letra de static - don modus

[intro]
yo turn me up, turn me up in the mic a little bit
i gotta talk to them im in my bag right now, im in my bag they dont want the static
heyyy
they don’t want the static
pull up to the crib with a semi-automatic
throwin’ money in the attic, i’m an addict
wanna meet the modus man but you got stuck in traffic

[verse 1]
yuh hit it from the back i’m no slack
throw it back and she call me shaq
move it fast, like a runnin back
duffle with the cash, call me money bags, i’m full of racks
and my fridge that sh-t full of wax
hit a rig while i shop at saks
if you check the ticket you gon see 300 but it ain’t the total it was just the tax
trappin’ ps out the front door of my condo
play with cs man i feel just like i’m rondo
play with keys but i ain’t got no piano
i’m a psycho, with a mic hoe, rappin’ rhymes about my life tho

[hook]
rap sh-t.. trap sh-t… i’m a savage
bad b-tch…fast whips… nothin average
flippin through the green you can call it cabbage
i been livin’ lavish, you don’t want no static
nah nah nah nah… you don’t want no static
pull up to your crib with the semi-automatic
throwin’ money in the attic, i’m an addict
wanna meet the modus man but you got stuck in traffic

[verse 2]
jewelry cold like minnesota
team up on my shoulder
trap school diploma, turn me to stoner, she want me to bone her
my b-tch is a piece of art, i left her at the moma
if you stand behind her you gon end up with a b-n-r
f-ckin with the rocks b-tch i’m rocking with some boulders
say that you about this life, homie you a poser
cyphin’ wit a fan it was his goal to see me
dub up in the blunt, yea i’m rolling that gg (good good)
say you rock chanel but you workin’ at cici’s
weigh it with no scale, light it up like a tiki

[verse 3]
know the g code, that sh-t in my memory
workin round the clock, feel like there be 10 of me
yea i told the world, told the world about my enemies
now i’m gettin’ big and they sayin’ they be friends with me
haha where the f-ck were y’all last year
comin atcho head like i went a threw a f-ckin spear
i was scr-pin bye but i never shed a tear
now im ballin out, b-tch im feelin like a sphere
custy hit my line, tryna cop a dime
why you waste my time, i ain’t with the petty crime, i ain’t with the crime
comin’ outta battle and the future lookin bright
went into the warzone but i came out with a mic
f-ck the hook i’m goin innnn
f-ck the hook i’m goin innnn
f-ck a chuck i’m in my timbssss
from new york, i’m in my timbssss
we don’t f-ck with offers, we just pay the bin
we don’t f-ck with losses, all we do is win
servin all the street, call that wimbledon
swervin all the heat, they keep asking where i am

- don modus

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