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letra de 200 - eastside jody

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[chorus: offset]
i’m on they ass today, i just made 200 cash today
imma bout to smash [?]
sippin codein, almost crashed the wraith
lil n-gga, stay in your place
hop in my lambo, i drag the race
my wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that’s [?]
my shooters assassinate
mama say put up that cash and pray
we bout to slide, ok
shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
get hit with the b-tter, the k
stuck in the bando, we cookin falay

[verse 1: eastside jody]
cookin stakes in the trap, [?]
riding in the car with them straps out
been getting money, n-gga pull them racks out
if you want the work, then n-gga come cash out
a broke n-gga always gon lash out
[?] b-tch i was gon act out
my boy did his time till he maxed out
he got home, i was still pulling packs out
1957 bellaire
i’m off sets
in the roles royce truck with offset
i supply all the drugs in the projects
n-gga try something, he gon die next
put my whole life in the pyrax
put a whole chicken on the private jet
know the b-tch try to watch me text
all these diamonds, n-gga watch me flex
i’m cashing out, b-tch i got that check
money, power, n-gga and respect
f-ck wifi, i got a connect
just bought a watch, and it’s all bagettes
these diamonds water, they got your b-tch wet
i’m on they ass today
made 200 cash today
[chorus: offset]
i’m on they ass today, i just made 200 cash today
imma bout to smash [?]
sippin codein, almost crashed the wraith
lil n-gga, stay in your place
hop in my lambo, i drag the race
my wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that’s [?]
my shooters assassinate
mama say put up that cash and pray
we bout to slide, ok
shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
get hit with the b-tter, the k
stuck in the bando, we cookin falay

[verse 2: offset]
500 bags a day
i got a nasty [?]
i had me a dream like martin luther king
the sh-t came true
i put the bagette on my wrist, [?] jump in the pool
i came from the north to a boss, i’m [?] with blue
hop on the jet when i move
[?]
i carey the fam on my back
play with the m’s, no racks
no loyalty, stabbing in backs
my prices lower than shacks
[?]
brand new [?]
smoking on a backwood back
[?]
sky’s the limit
[?] we clippin
no need for a stylest, i’m drippin
workin this b-tch like i’m pimpin
we get the bag and we ship it
[?] and i’m grippin
throw up the racks, i’m tippin
spend a lil cash, [?]
[chorus: offset]
i’m on they ass today, i just made 200 cash today
imma bout to smash [?]
sippin codein, almost crashed the wraith
lil n-gga, stay in your place
hop in my lambo, i drag the race
my wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that’s [?]
my shooters assassinate
mama say put up that cash and pray
we bout to slide, ok
shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
get hit with the b-tter, the k
stuck in the bando, we cookin falay