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letra de robbers - gino marley

all the money
lots of money
it come in thousands
it’s piling, this refeer reefing i smoke the loudest
young and shooting, it’s not a problem
a break? man, we never snooze
come and rob some robbers
got marley’s, h-lla marley’s
a private party, in mansion
b-tches dancing, no romancing
just smashing
p-ss that to my dawg then she get nasty
p-ss that to my plug she come in handy!

p-ss that to my plug she come in handy
white girl and i think her name is mandy, or sandy
turn around think it’s candy
pistols get to firing and your feet they come in handy
cop my work from andy, that n-gga some can’t imagine
put that on the road and if they sn-tch it they can have it
money it just be piling
money i just be counting
don’t have no money problems all this money out a mountain
the innings come in thousands
this reefer is the loudest
my og was a trapper so i made him extra proud
the innings come in thousands
this reefer is the loudest
and my og was a trapper so i made him extra proud

p-ss that to my dawg and all i wanna do is f-ck the b-tch
rolling off the molly, if he try me ima blow this b-tch
shawties they be gunning, they be turnt up off that savage sh-t
catch a n-gga lackin’, 30 off now that boy off the sh-ts
told my youngin’s k!ll ’em when they catch me, you can’t tell me sh-t
all about my money, ima tell you
i can’t trust a b-tch
i’m a younging with the money, ask your b-tch i’m in this sh-t
i’m a younging with the money, ask your b-tch i’m in this sh-t
pull up on ’em, ride up on ’em
dissapear, that boy’s a goner
money money, ima own ’em
dissapear, that boy’s a goner
money money, ima own ’em
you gon’ wife her, ima bone her
kushy kushy, my auroma
make them racks, i trap on course

(ayee)
d-mn all the problems
we totin’ goblins
we robbin’ robbers
them diamonds, they should be dancing
too much [?]
finnesing, you better catch up
i got my check up
your b-tch, she could suck a lotta d-ck, but wants romancing
she nagging
i’m paper stacking
too much attraction
and smoking, that sticky potent
cooling on mountains
we drown you
bullets style ya
i’m money [?]
i’m eatin’, bon’ appet-te’ing
my stomach growling
you frowning
your money drowning
you can’t announce it
you broke boy
you ain’t around it
you [?]
i need it
your b-tch conceited
our trap is trapping wheelin’
tray savage, and gino marley
she wanna party!

- gino marley

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