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letra de bills - lupo m

[verse 1: zhax]
lupo zhax
full attack (hey)
ran off on the plug like where he at
(like where he at)
no comprehendo
white women winning no bueno
i don’t speak no spanish
but i know your b-tch can though
don’t give a f-ck
switch it up
i can feed all of us
riding on my back like the quarterback
beating bullsh-t into dudes wearing faking sneakers
loosy lucid on the feature
we all gonna eat though

[verse 2: hydro]
back in this b-tch with some ice on my wrist
made so much money it’s a check off the list
i got so many hundreds white and blue it’s a mix
money ain’t happiness bullsh-t it’s a myth
don’t drive a foreign get the f-ck out of my face
getting no cash that’s the end of the case
i be wearing designer you can say i got taste
got double medusa heads hung off my waist
you say you make money all that is a lie
keep trying to flex you making me cry
see through your bullsh-t while you think that i’m blind
always talk sh-t, but won’t look in my eyes
gucci on my belt can’t tell me sh-t
so many carats be making me sick
we whipping and mobbing driving real quick
everything fake so don’t think you be slick

[verse 3: ellz]
been cashing checks
can’t recollect
where it went tho
got sh-t on deck
been smoking sesh
out the window
ain’t put money down for no dumb hoe
put money down for my ken folk
stash money away for new benzos
put a hand on zhax that’s a no no
riding around still solo
summer days heart still cold
shooters on u if i say so
got the whole gang on the payroll
put me down but i still rose
now i’m dropping racks on melrose
mixing codeine with the codone
can’t walk straight world moving slow
f-ck it
never had no expectations
by my lonesome no relations
severe veins of f-cking fakers
there’s no profits here to save u
only profits in that wallet but that wallets worth ur months rent
stretching out the leather just to fit a few more bucks in
all medicine gonna crack the door so can let the reaper gon and come in
and once the reapers in and the light dims
that’s where the sky’s go grey and where the fun ends

[verse 4: yrd]
i be smoking on loud i’m swerving the hills
i’m dripping in bars i’ll give you he chills
they call me the duck cuz i got them bills
soon as i wake up i’m popping them pills
i don’t f-ck with racks i’m talking in mills
i put the l in the v on my belt
i put the pint in the sur on the shelf
i did it my own so go f-ck yourself
gucci round my neck like a noose
sippin till i’m drowning in the goose
nah you got it twisted
i don’t f-ck with snitches
boy stay in your lane you don’t wanna be switching
no time for complaining no time for your b-tching
don’t look at my diamonds they blind when they glisten

- lupo m

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