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letra de ankle lock - fimiguerrero, lancey foux & len

[chorus: lancey foux]
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (grrr)
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (huh-uh)
she tip-toe to me in a cartier ankle lock (ankle lock)
i tip-toe in the road, it feel like an anchor dropped (bow)
i sip, loving the rose, i got my ankles up (chyeah)
she dips lower and low as soon as the bands go up
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (grr)

[verse 1: fimiguerrero]
i get to thе crane
my hands im ashin
i’m countin’ the cash, the labеl’s a lotion on me (let’s go)
my chains clang so d-mn loud (ha)
it sounds like a toaster to me
i know that my mum ain’t proud
i didn’t go uni, i was shotting them zs
chain like me, neck zero degrees (ha)
you n-ggas be beefin’ your b-tches, i wrestle the cash, wwe (b-tch)
i call a boy ankle sock
when i put his feet where the b-tches can’t see
cartier ankle lock [?]
i throw the cash go thump
i’m slapping your b-tch like an insta don (ah)
[chorus: lancey foux & len]
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (pow, pow)
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
she tip-toe to me in a cartier ankle lock (ankle lock)
i tip-toe in the road, it feel like an anchor dropped (bow)
i sip, loving the rose, i got my ankles up (chyeah)
she dips lower and low as soon as the bands go up
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (ankle lock, huh)
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (hold on)

[verse 2: len]
(hold on)
ankle lock
the racks go up and gyal see me, their pants gon’ drop
two things for certain
one is death, the other one, my gang on top
i just hit paris fashion week, spent 10 racks on my pantalons (my pantalons)
i feel like i’m going blind, can’t see no competition or an optician
put a lens on my eyes, the roads not stayin’ the same
if you got a show, send ’em my young boy round
he’s bringin’ me back a chain
call me what you want, these n-ggas can call me sassy
these n-ggas can’t call me a stain
hit ’em [?] london (us)
(us)
[chorus: lancey foux]
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (grr)
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (huh-uu)
she tiptoe to me in a cartier ankle lock (ankle lock)
i tiptoe in the road it feel like an anchor dropped (pow)
i sip loving the rose i got my ankles up (chyeah)
she dips lower and low as soon as the bands go up
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock
i wrestle the money, the bag in a ankle lock (grr)

- fimiguerrero lancey foux len

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