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letra de blow money like breeze - foreign patron

[intro]
yooo
im getting blue cheese
i f-ck a thot she gon cream
im castle money
yooo, aye, yeah

[chorus] x2
i came to f-ck up the scene, i came to f-ck these lil b-tches/
h-e f-ck ur twerking routine, i got planet earth stuffed in my jeans/
i got a 9 with a beam, i f-ck a thot she gon cream/
i got a lot of blue cheese, now i blow money like breeze/

[first verse]
player said he gon run up on me, run up on me put the gun up on me/ but the baller got a mac turn these n-ggas into macoroni/ n-ggas talkin smackaroni, let me talk, u learn something when u listen more/ all my n-ggas got on dark clothes, drawing guns like an art show/ ducking h-es i don’t f-ck with those, don’t got a wifey im just f-ckin h-s/ single life since a month ago, i don’t ever get comfortable/ thats when h-es play the mother role, f-ck her life up and abduct her soul/ they just booked a n-gga for another show, now i’m getting skrilla by the mother load/ wasn’t sh-t bout a month ago, wasn’t rich bout a month ago/ time flies now i’m fly and i just landed in another in hoe/ now i walk thru the back door, track lights, black ice/ this sh-t is a paradise and all i had to do was sacrifice/ sick chains these are parasites, my presence make you paralyzed / ro-ro-roll one like a pair of dice, all i know is that i’m living right/ they don’t wanna see a n-gga hustle, they just wanna see a n-gga struggle/ they dont wanna see n0body hotter, they dont wanna see you getting gwala “yea”/

[chorus] x2

[second verse]
skrilla skrilla skrilla skrilla thank god i ain’t k!llin/ – i could be a k!lla take u out picture, frame a h-e like i never seen this n-gga n-gga n-gga/ 2 tall on his boxing sh-t, met him during being knocked and sh-t/ i was knocked for them glocks n sh-t,- nothing counterfeit and a box of hollow tips/ i was tryna end up rich, strong arming n-ggas u would think i’m ripped/ but today i was in ihop with a chick left a $1000 tip n the condom off my d-ck/ that was so disgusting, yeah all these chicks busted/ all these h-es busted you know not to f-ck with me when i come through rolling the cl!ck/ yeah we bout to do it, getting money im about the music/ the street sh-t we could take it to it, we can take it there so don’t make me lose it/ you don’t know where i came from, they say patron didn’t change none/ these n-ggas ain’t my day ones, so i’m solo till my day come/

[chorus] x2
[outro]

- foreign patron

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