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letra de risk it all - margiela myers

at age 16 i dropped out /
f-ck them colleges /
graduated from that pyrex pot – no scholarship /
a dope boy, but i learned to master –
the politics, while all them other n-ggas /
sold an ounce, and they called it quits /
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i’m tryna make it to the top /
i want all of it /
made a lot of haters /
but i will not acknowledge them /
cuz as the crime-minister, i will just –
abolish them /
got blood on my christian lou’s /
my boo – come n polish them /
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my whip foreign, b-tch foreign /
diamonds on me tip-toeing /
met the plug, he taught me how to ball /
n i’m still brick throw’n /
roley on my wrist glowing /
ears got them carats /
designer on me /
i just left – fashion week in paris /
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robert borden, what i cherish /
til i perish i’ll stay stackin’ /
never caught me packing /
but got k’s like the kardashians /
at the casino, 100g notes /
i’m cashing in /
posted like the green light /
all i know is traffic /
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traffic, rush hour /
massage seat relaxin’ /
bet i pick ya b-tch up /
she gon’ f-ck me in the backseat /
if i take her home after we bone /
i call the taxi – ‘nd anybody asks /
i don’t know you, don’t text me /
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in the lexi, 180 down gretzky /
listening to z, cuz u can see –
a n-gga wealthy /
j’s on my feet, i got j’s on the celly /
n trappin’ p-ssy too /
i sent ‘em j’s to the telly /
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my backwood fulla pink /
and shawty know, cliquot is all i drink /
ruth’s chris’ bill cost a mink /
all these ice stones on me /
like a drink, b-tches sip drip /
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green light, gone ina blink /
tires sick grip /
big crib, ion even sleep in it /
got this thick b-tch /
at night i’m going deep in it /
she wanna f-ck me /
cuz my pockets on some creepy sh-t /
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threw the bouncers 50 borden’s /
just to let us in /
we turned the club into a highlight /
call espn /
i’m in the south, hanging out /
with the mexicans /
you do it for the clout -/
and i do it for the cause /
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running round with that -/
bag on me, like santi klaus /
i got n-ggas in the maxes /
i got n-ggas in the malls /
while you were out paying taxes /
i was making telmate calls /
now i’m free, i call the plug like -/
f-ck it, n-gga – lemme get em all /

- margiela myers

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