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letra de real rapper (quick cash) - hipper

[intro]
the whip (the whip)
the shine (the shine)
it’s all (it’s all)
just lyin’
reals
been dyin’
but i am
i am

[verse 1]
die for this sh-t
cry for this sh-t
ride for this sh-t
look alive lie
dead inside i
keep fakin’ my
real smiles for this sh-t
i done lied for this sh-t
my pen is shakin’
head like i’m racin’
hands on the wheel
helmet is breakin’
eyes on yo deal
flex money flashed
i’m realizing that
you a quick money grab

[bridge 1]
mothaf-ckas love what i’m makin’
mothaf-ckas love when you fakin’
they love when rappers actin’ a b-tch
but hoes gon’ be hoes no matter what season it is

[verse 2]
young mr miyagi
catchin’ the fly sh-t
exploiting this sh-t
avoiding this sh-t
a financial prayer
is hiding in the warfare playa
at the finish line it’s all fair playa
when everybody’s heaven is your sole
they still dyin’ for more
u ain’t make it ’till a milli
then a billi then a trilli
the desire is contagious
leavin earth in a sp-ceship
feet grounded
mind flooded
sky high
eyes dry

[hook]
if i gotta cry, uh
if i gotta go, uh
i make sure i blow, uh
cover off your b-tch -ss
catch this check for some quick cash, cash, cash

[bridge 2]
hop out
2pac
pow pow
(fake n-gg- dead huh)

[hook]
if i gotta cry, uh
if i gotta go, uh
i make sure i blow, uh
cover off your b-tch -ss
catch this check for some quick cash, cash, cash

[bridge 3]
businessman rule my music
cash, hoes rule my mind

[refrain]
street life, high life
flashing lights every night
street life, high life
flashing lights every night

[vese 3]
the hussle is dead
practice meditation
you’ve been medicating
i made it because of dedication
your baseline is my bas-m-nt
platinum celebrate
celebrity status elevate you to an attic
(yaah)
idiotic cuties gold with their booties
(yaah)
guns are truly cooler than an education
(yaah)
you are just an old f-ck if you educated
psa the cia on my neck
my dna is personal attack
askin’ all the questions
i don’t got the answers
push me, pull me
fool me, cruel me
from the mud i see the swamp
in this sh-t i took a dump
what that mean?
you pop up, change nothin’
whatever you gon’ do to stay poppin’
charts rule our mindset
but they leave pac right out right now i got my
mind on pac’s mindset
(thug life)
grab the glocks when you see me
call the cops when hippie f-cks the opps
what’s my observation?
you’ve been observating
these rappers ovulating
the stereotype of us is screwed
we define cool, how many girls you screwed
f-cked up and over
just don’t call me ’cause i told ya, p-ssy
it’s clear that the definitions are bushy
but are you a real rapper if you ever get enough of p-ssy?

- hipper

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