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letra de i want - m-child

[m-child] [chorus x2]

i want a lot of money, hoes, and fast cars,
kamikaze medallion because i’m a star.
light-green in a perfectly rolled philly cigar.
(light-green in a perfectly rolled philly cigar.)

[m-child]

d-mn, who would think that i’d make it this far?
young n-gg-, nineteen, fulfilling my dream,
player-haters -ssed out if they f-ck with my team.
watching show, left and right, m-child be what they scream,
f-cking on hoes that i’ve never in my life seen.
vets and navigators, park ’em in the driveway,
platinum and gold plaques, post ’em in the hallway.
two-story mansion up on the hill is where i stay,
we barbequeing and getting to chewing everyday.
i tell ’em for yes indeed, got clips that make you bleed,
we’ll plant your -ss into the earth like a tree.
n-gg-s who ready and scr-pping harder than mr. t.
from the o.m.p, m-c-h-i-l, d.

[chorus x2]

[m-child]

i’m all about making scrilla’, flippin’ that green dough,
i’m playing it for no hoe, player-hate, you gotta go.
n-gg- looking dummy from that hennessey in my tummy.
f-cking on soft scalps, telling me my d-ck is yummy.
on the other hand, i’ve got plans, i’m living straight,
keep sh-t to myself, f-ck trying to tell ricki lake.
kamikaze be the realest n-gg-, never be fake.
bring it how we bring it, n-gg-, like we’ll blow you away.
with hot slugs, you dealing with n-gg-s who full of drugs,
never go to sleep, roam around like waterbugs.
better guard your chest, or your chest full of blood,
i tell it like it is, orange mound be full of thugs.
you dealing with coffins, with n-gg-s that take sh-t,
with n-gg-s with no love, yelling, “i ain’t no b-tch.”
you better stay in your hood, you ain’t familiar with this.
i’m dropping motherf-ckers like i’m dropping hit after hit, b-tch.

[chorus x2]

- m child

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