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letra de walley full of dollarz (remix) - ghetto squad

verse 1: (lil dollarz)
ooh
my n-gga is (?)
(?) he is dead
everyday k!ll police
then i watch lolis
my b-tch is good, yes so good
your mom is dead
(?) everyday
ice on my neck
(?) really gucci
you’re very in succi
ooh

chorus 1: (lil dollarz)
(?)

verse 2: (lil hentai)
i am gonna pop n-gga
then i rob n-gga
you wanna test my sk!ll n-gga?
you a b-tch n-gga
your b-tch be in my bed
your daddy dropping dead! (skrrt yuh)
you think you hot sh-t?
i go chop your b-tch sh-t (yeah)
every n-gga wanna test me
and every b-tch n-gga wanna f-ck me! (skrrt)
i’m the coolest black in town
so you n-ggas watch out!
all my homies gang banging
like i’m b-tch banging (skrrt)

prechorus 2 (x7):
i have so many dollie dollie
in my walley walley

chorus:
(?)

verse 3: (lil stanlu)
yeah ooh yeah yeah
lil stanlu on the beat
i will f-ck your sheep
i’m a god of b-tches
and i really like peaches
today i will come
to your house
and f-ck you using my computer mouse
this track will be your end
because you’re f-cked by kanye west friend
it’s me
i put my gucci d-ld- into your -ss
and the last thing for your life will be
the b-ss

chorus (x2):
i have so many dollie dollie in my walley walley
i have so many dollie dollie in my walley
gucci (x6)
dollie dollie
gucci gucci
dolle walley
gucci (x3)
dollie dollie in my gucci wallet
gucci belt on your -ss

verse 4: (dj pingas)
pocket full of moneys
dollar full of moneys
pocket full of moneys
pocket pocket full of moneys
wallet full of dollarz
wallet wallet full of dollarz
checking all the checks
checking checking all the checks
i got the walls
i got the walls
wallets full of moneys
my money is in the bottle
money in my pockets
wallet’s full of moneys

chorus (x2):
money money money flying everywhere
money money money just sweep, don’t care
money money money flying everywhere

the weird part in between the choruses:
money money money throw your hands up in the air
store full of moneys
stolen moneys up in the air
you know what i’m saying boys?

verse 5: (lil x)
yeah yeah
my car is full of big big gucci
when i worked at it i did bang bang louis
now i have tissot king and rolex
now i do f-cking f-cking flex
big money big ben i’m better than i am
if you really like me you will give me the louis
(gunshots)
oh oh oh oh oh oh gucci
oh oh oh oh oh oh louis

chorus:
whip up and flex (ooh yeah) (x8)

verse 6: (6ix9ine)
pop these n-ggas like a wheelie, n-gga, you a silly n-gga
in the hood with them billy n-ggas and them hoover n-ggas
you run up and they shootin’ n-ggas, we ain’t hoopin’, n-gga
yo kb, you a loser, n-gga, up that uzi, n-gga
on the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone
she wanna f-ck, but keep her clothes on, i only want the jaw
man that’s really all i use her for, i kick her out the door
i don’t want her, you can keep the wh0r-, she fiendin’ for some more
in new york my n-ggas don’t milly rock, my n-ggas money bop
blow a case, a n-gga throwin’ shots, i run ’em off they block

chorus (x6):
n-ggas iffy, uh, bl!cky got the stiffy, uh
got the bl!cky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh

- ghetto squad

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