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letra de joyeria - doughmars

[verse one]
i keep quiet with my older n-ggas
i get money with my colder n-ggas
with the dons, i’m soldier n-gga
never talk, but hold tight to the controller n-gga
n-ggas will split your sh-t, for being rich
make you sick with 20 clips, now they rich with many whips
lock and load for the greedy, make it rain for the needy
balance got the hustle easy
below steamy, unseemly in the land of the measley
where they put hands on the feebly, and n-ggas die biweekly after treaties
lacking of respect, asking for the tech
they wanna cry when they finna die
minimize ya lives, my rhymes symbolize the struggle of n-ggas my size
hypnotized by the guys that we idolized
but eventually embraced our fathers centrally
tremendously appreciated, sh-t is heavenly
ya feeling me? with a car so lavishly
with some bars so magically intertwined with reality

[hook]
while rich get richer and the clips get bigger
i’mma pick my liquor i’mma sip my n-gga
while the rich get richer and the clips get bigger
i’mma pick my liquor, and kick it with my n-ggas

[verse two]
the money’s pouring in so the funnies play close again
staying close, watching my back, like supposed to been
palms out for that cheddar
that baretta hiding behind their back the moment they bitter
so many letters from old friends saying i sold out
cause their dough’s out, refused my bids, now sporting low pouts
the hoe’s out, wasn’t as allies
with close ties, similar highs, brothers till we die
friendship in disguise, the harsh truth
n-gga’s back thoughts eventually accrue to uncool
criminal, evil, cruel, workings of a fool
the instigator? not me, and not you
it’s that dough n-gga, it’s them coins n-ggas
f-ck your whole life up and split your groins n-gga
rob your mother for a nickel k!ll your brother for a dime
as long as the nines ain’t empty, i’m going out for mine

[hook]

- doughmars

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