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letra de 150 - mark ant (usa)

don up n-gga!
kadet!!
we got a banger on this m-th-f-cka
wooh’

[verse]
money man, money man
pop up at your door just like i’m hustle man
yeah’
an for the record free my n-gga money chan
i know you in a cell plotting on a hundred bands
flintstones my feet hard i was made for it lil b-tch
i pray to god you know how hard i slaved for it lil b-tch
i cut ties and i came up and to them fuc n-ggas like you
under oath you say you real, we know that sh-t ain’t true

[chorus]
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga uhh

[verse]
that rap chick that you i like i been slayed her lil b-tch
that lil work that you talk about i been sold it lil b-tch
ain’t no point in bragging i connect the dots and line them up
unify the culture and restore what we was f-cking up
f-cking up these hundreds back to back, we just can’t get enough
slam dunking your b-tch if her dm open i’m sliding up
red eyes and we fly as f-ck i been booming lil b-tch
talking like you selling but you been consuming lil b-tch

[chorus]
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga, f-ck a hundred
so keep that sh-t one fifty n-gga uhh

- mark ant usa

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