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letra de 59 - markwillis21s

(intro : markwillis21s)
uh ah, 45 know my nine
59 n-ggas talk
four glock, gon lie
ah, uh-uh n-ggas die
45 so side, uh

(verse 1 : markwillis21s)
know that we wit’ it we f-cking them b-tches n-ggas they talking we getting them digits
n-ggas they talking they know that we on it getting all that profit
45 glock, you know that my n-ggas they rah’
you know that we chasing that guap
that 40 extension, the n-gga get shot (yah)
know that money in my pocket
them b-tches they talking she offed it
p-ssy ass n-ggas be messing with my brain
them p-ssy ass n-ggas might f-ck up ur brain

(verse 2 : shoshi)
i’m in the 6 with a 50
i’m in the trap glizzy
i move that powder easy
if it’s a personal ting just leave me
if it’s a personal ting just leave me
i’m in the trap for the commas and digits
just send me the pack and i flip it
don’t play this, no fidget
manz talk, but it’s forbidden
baby just listen
it’s complicated i get it
just stop with the b-tchin’
wasting time, i’m on a mission
k!ll em’ all no witness
send them my shooter, willis
they hoes
while i have different visions, yeah
stay focused on the grind
big shots out of the 9
if the manz talk that’s fine
we make bread, we moved dimes, yeah
she moving weird i wonder why
i’ll pull up just send the where and time (boww)
(verse 3 : yung gaby)
stackin’ my cake and she call me a fifty
p-ssy motherf-ckers dont know me but diss me
why you gon hate, talkin’ sh-t you ain’t see me
man you a b-tch why you acting so petty like ugh
you some b-tches
dissin’ on the gram lemme’ switch it
if shawty a hoe, i dont kiss it, ditch it
catch you in person no more b-tchin’
you geekin’ b-tch
lemme switch it, uh
i made them pressed bout they main b-tch, uh
catching all the smoke like it’s pokémon, uh
bars they k!ll call it death note, uh
thuggin’ on the gram, you’s a nerd in reality
being myself , most these b-tches they wannabes
steady on my grind, let me grow me a money tree
slidin’ with the flavor comin up from the seas, sayin’ oh
b-tch

(verse 4 : cee4)
said she gon’ have my kids
i cannot wife a wh0re
these b-tches they trippin’ got racks my pockets all rich (brrr)
money counted hunnid’ kitchen counted like glue that b-tch gon’ stick
ballin out every season feeling like roddy, i wanna be rich
i need money, need more cheddar (need more)
i’m tryna get my bread up (stack)
just like my bottoms (redda’), oh-no
i don’t need love letters (love letters, love letters)
no, ion’ need love letters

- markwillis21s

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