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letra de lawless - ecco

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[chorus]
all that dirty money i got don’t fit in the safe
and my b-tch bad like i got her off the wrong way
riding through the city while i’m smoking on my dank
cops trying to stop me, i ain’t stop
yeah, i ran away

[verse 1: ecco]
blessing and a curse when it come to fame
finally got it but i feel the same
sipping on that patron to numb the pain
i see them [?] trying to make off of my name
tell em l!ck it off of my ding-a-ling
got lemons and now dripping off this lemonade
married to the game, got a wedding ring
if it ain’t about the money, we don’t entertain it
we don’t really do small talk
all i really do is make moves like boss
you ain’t never took no losses
all the sh-t i had to go through, what it cost me
told a lil’ b-tch drop it on me
ever since i’ve been in high school i was corky
i’m looking for that 228, i’m in
[?] gonna be crazy when i cop it

[chorus]
all that dirty money i got don’t fit in the safe
and my b-tch bad like i got her off the wrong way
riding through the city while i’m smoking on my dank
cops trying to stop me, i ain’t stop
yeah, i ran away
[verse 2: die mondez]
me and ecco ridin’ from the get go
scammers was giving n-ggas false notes like flasettos
it’s trouble if we hopping on the same instrumental
i collected my piece and now i’m stacking it up like a lego
all this smoke up in this room is burning my eyes
smoking mirrors with most of you n-ggas
i seen it live, you n-ggas is living a lie
you’re fronting as a disguise
you n-ggas trying too hard, i can see you’re p-ssy inside
i kept it solo right through the lows and the highs
built it from the ground up, i’m still with the same guys
me and my n-ggas are legends back up in the north side
now they mention my name when they speaking of top five
i really put in the time, i need a banky to shine
how you expect [?] can relax like half the time
told you n-ggas the truth out the blue i’m being despised
go ahead, go let em try, i’ma send em to their demise

[chorus]
all that dirty money i got don’t fit in the safe
and my b-tch bad like i got her off the wrong way
riding through the city while i’m smoking on my dank
cops trying to stop me, i ain’t stop
yeah, i ran away

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