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letra de mmk - fuktokyo!

yeah, yeah
go, go ride to that bank
oh yeah on my jeans, this sh-t denim
n-ggas was hating, now he wasn′t to my bro and got me trippin
you get zipped, i ain’t trippin in the v, b-tch i′m trippin
b-tch i’m flipping in that hoe
i was geeked up that mean i don’t know sh-t
b-tch tryna sip on potion, my slime ready floor sh-t
ask me questions, i don′t know sh-t
on yo block, where i′m posted (posted, n-gga)
and lil b-tch can’t get posted
money on my soul, is you stupid or you broke?
posted with a f-cking fein we got red or green beams
can′t sell that pack you a fein
they gon switch to be seen
i can’t f-ck with no treesh
yeah talk when you see me
you talk that sh-t yeah that′s easy
f-cking that b-tch yeah for the weekend
i told the cops i ain’t see sh-t
can′t switch on my bros i ain’t leave sh-t
pop out of that cut you ain’t see sh-t
smokin on these runtz, what you mean b-tch
(yeah, aye)
my twin walking out that trap
he finna go and sell that pack
owe me money bring that back
tell it ain′t sunny, go get racks
“this sh-t funny”, why you cap?
yeah, yeah, yeah
all these n-ggas chat all they do is yap, yap, yeah
man yo music trash, we through you like can
off that xan, i′m that man, say can’t be no fan
get put in mini van, yeah that boy my f-cking fan
push up in that sh-t like d-mn
got yo hoe saying, “ooh godd-mn”
i love money ooh godd-mn, yeah this my f-cking jam
we gon kick sh-t just like pan, 12 can’t catch me b-tch i ran
big ass guns just like iran, bad b-tch gotta tan
can′t come up, or yo ass get banned
jugg yo ass, now yo ass get scammed
run up, ima take yo bands, i just made like 50 bands
take a flight to j-pan, got 2 hours til’ i land
i was in the amg with my twin
me and bro ran up the m′s
i was in the gle b-tch let’s go, she looking too bad might take yo hoe
yeah, got beam with a scope, yeah, yeah
might let sh-t blow
i was in the a and i was slanging that dope
i got the key to a young n-gga soul
d-mn where yo racks bro, run up to that back door
put him in that back though, i can′t never cap hoe
n-ggas smacked like a breeze pro, bad lil b-tch goin’ loco
run off with bands im the man this ain’t no joke
how you make a song that sh-t ass don′t even float bro
this sh-t not the 80s but my brother slanging coke bro

- fuktokyo

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