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letra de hazard (feat. abdaddy & duce high life) - jui$emoney

[chorus: juisemoney]
high out this world, got sp-ce brain
still get lit on a rain day
all blue 100’s when i get paid
after party sipping on dusse
had a threesome with a french b-tch she went to rehab, never saw that b-tch again
i don’t sweat thotties, it was fun, but i’m always too focused on counting these benjamins

[verse 1: juisemoney]
feel like george clooney, i be making movies
i don’t really f-ck with these groupies
when it comes to thots i be choosy
don’t k!ll my vibe, you gon’ lose me
tomorrow never knows, live life as it goes, all designer clothes i be dripping head to toe
i been on the low, by myself counting dough, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas tryna’ steal my glow

[chorus: juisemoney]
high out this world, got sp-ce brain
still get lit on a rain day
all blue 100’s when i get paid
after party sipping on dusse
had a threesome with a french b-tch she went to rehab, never saw that b-tch again
i don’t sweat thotties, it was fun, but i’m always too focused on counting these benjamins

[verse 2: abdaddy]
like woah, i can’t tell you everything i know
once i get what’s mine, i gotta go
thumbing through this rack moving a load
once she get a taste, she can’t let go
feel like i’m never alone, don’t know why this thot keep calling my phone
rolling the runtz to the face, swear i do not know what planet i’m on
i got the gang by my side, but i’ll be good if i show up alone
i’m feeling like michael jack, when i beat from the back, cuz’ i’m bad to the bone
[chorus: juisemoney]
high out this world, got sp-ce brain
still get lit on a rain day
all blue 100’s when i get paid
after party sipping on dusse
had a threesome with a french b-tch she went to rehab, never saw that b-tch again
i don’t sweat thotties, it was fun, but i’m always too focused on counting these benjamins

[verse 3: duce high life]
got a lil thottie tryna’ give brain
counting up money on a rainy day
b-tch throw that ass, don’t act strange
do something strange for a piece of change
me i’m working hard in my own lane
feeling like serani i play no games
my ex b-tch tryna’ come rekindle flames
i tell that lil’ b-tch no way
tryna’ get me back to my old ways
i remember selling drugs in the hall way
whip my d-ck in her mouth like colgate
pop a addy while my b-tch doing cocaine
sh-t ain’t easy b-tch i learned my sh-t the hard way
n-ggas was never there for the hard days
and you b-tches wasn’t there for the heart breaks
that’s why work all day, no breaks
[chorus: juisemoney]
high out this world, got sp-ce brain
still get lit on a rain day
all blue 100’s when i get paid
after party sipping on dusse
had a threesome with a french b-tch she went to rehab, never saw that b-tch again
i don’t sweat thotties, it was fun, but i’m always too focused on counting these benjamins

- juiemoney

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