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letra de bon appetit - malcolm early

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit
[verse]
this a 5 star meal, lobster tail and veal
pass the 1942 we ’bout to pop the seal
got my neck all iced i ain’t gotta chill
they bе runnin’ tip drills for them dollar bills
oh you mess with other rappеrs but they not for real
mighta’ got your hair did and your nails filled
well i’ma show you how to get it nah without a limit
that boy only last a minute while i’m all up in it

[pre-chorus]
let me show you how to ball
50k, throw it up and watch it fall
presi’ on the wrist without a flaw
this the dopest sh-t you ever saw

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit
[verse]
way i’m whippin’ in the kitchen i’m chef boyardee
all my prices high, you can’t order cheap
i’m in atlanta sippin’ fanta with a georgia peach
i told her i don’t want it sweet i’m looking for a freak
and i bought that range cash i don’t want a lease
murdered out all black, may it rest in peace
when i get up on the track i know it’s time to eat
got a milli’ in the stash, pistol on the seat

[chorus]
let me show you how to ball
50k, throw it up and watch it fall
presi’ on the wrist without a flaw
this the dopest sh-t you ever saw

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit

[chorus]
lv’s on the belt, balenci on the feet
got a dime piece laying in my sheets
always up late the paper never sleeps
i’m here to feed the streets, bon appetit
let me show you how to ball
50k, throw it up and watch it fall
presi’ on the wrist without a flaw
this the dopest sh-t you ever saw

- malcolm early

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