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letra de deserve - don trip

dirty money, sl-tty hoes (check, check)
yall dripping like a runny nose
i just wanna get what i deserve
i just wanna get what i deserve
the way the money come and goes
i can’t really tell who friend or foes
i just wanna get what i deserve
i just wanna get what i deserve

most of yall hear outchea is blessed you could learn
and right now ain’t your time then wait your turn
i gave this game my all so in return
all i want is everything i earned
you know the tool ain’t never too far
the yopper ain’t under my belt
life is sorta like a salad bar n-gg- you gotta help yourself
get up and get it, wake up and grind
hustle or starve, make up your mind
keep taking your time till you run outta time
we can’t get ahead if the bills behind
take care of your kids, check on your mom
you ain’t the plug lil homie quit lying
take the lil money you spent on your clothes
and go see the wizard and buy you a spine
you n-gg-s think way too much of these rappers
but i get paid too much to be preaching
p.s. to call you and this dude back tomorrow
theres additional fees if you keep it

dirty money, sl-tty hoes (check, check)
yall drippin like a runny nose
i just wanna get what i deserve
i just wanna get what i deserve
the way the money come and goes
i can’t really tell who friend or foes
i just wanna get what i deserve
i just wanna get what i deserve

dirty money, thats all i know
i keep them rats from ’round me pest control
i can’t let n-body get too close
sorry darlin i dont trust a soul
i know some strippers that set n-gg-s up
i know some n-gg-s that say too much
i hear they talkin its something about me
between you and i, i never give two f-cks
they won’t do a d-mn thing to me
yo mama wish she had’a took a plan b
the last thing you want is static wit me
my ammo came inside a canteen
i still get head like i was pantene
i got enough kids to start a dance team
i got enough guns and drums
ill pull up on you, turn your street to a jamboree
and you still shaking like a tambourine
the more i get paid, the more hate i see
but im not ballin, i just keep joggin
work up a sweat chasing my dreams (say it)

(check, check)

- don trip

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