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letra de dead presidents - mireza

[hook: astrap]
trap out the bed
get the money know i represent
superstitious i’m picking up cents
in my pockets its dead presidents
021 you know this sh-t my hood
leave a price up on anybody head
roll the opps n—- roll up the wood
play with us n—- you gon’ be dead
trap like a star
b-tch i’m driving these fast rover cars
hit the dash and i’m going too far
i get hundreds off every bar
off the planet i’m sipping the mud
i’m in sp-ce n—- i’m up in mars
i got dope in my system my blood
you get shot you go up to allah
[verse: mireza]
yeah, fresh off the boat, my hoes is modеls from vogue, lil crodie i’m dubbing it
i’m like a coach, nintеndo, switch up positions then i get to subbing
disaronno, pour up some shots with my bros, banana the backwoods i’m puffing
f-ck is you on, speak on my name you get listed, jealousy got ’em all bugging
i’m from the north, place where it’s cold and it snows, i run the game they can’t handle me
buy out the store, dover street market my home, i’m way too cold they can’t handle me
niagara falls, hilton rooms that’s where i post, at the casino i’m cashing in
shout out my bro, i gave lil crodie the torch, deposit too much we lost count of it

[verse: astrap]
yeah, supermodels in my bed
b-tch n—- talk to the feds
i’m finna fill him with lead
put a hole up in his dreads
talk on me i’m finna shoot shoot
f-cked around and f-cked on a group group
choppa on me it go doo doo
i treat them racks like some food food
purple codeine dripping dranking ass n—-
promethazine codeine bean popping ass n—-
shoot him in the head we gon’ pop his ass n—-
you want some racks some racks don’t even gotta ask n—-

[verse: mireza]
bust down my rolex altaarat biha ‘arqam earabia
show to events, you ain’t got a zac to your name, but i run the set like im bia
b-tch i ain’t a option, treat me like one and i’ll call up your best friend baby that’s leah
guess i’m just toxic, i hit that lil sl-t from the back then i tell that b-tch i won’t see her
living that luxury life, my daytona left wrist and the bezel a green face
fragments, i run the blue colorway travis scott’s on my feet, this b-tch cost me bout three bands
f-ck being harvey, i want them to fear who i am, run the game like mother f-cking two-face
it’s not much to gain, considering i’m already living my life like bruce wayne
[hook: astrap]
trap out the bed
get the money know i represent
superstitious i’m picking up cents
in my pockets its dead presidents
021 you know this sh-t my hood
leave a price up on anybody head
roll the opps n—- roll up the wood
play with us n—- you gon’ be dead
trap like a star
b-tch i’m driving these fast rover cars
hit the dash and i’m going too far
i get hundreds off every bar
off the planet i’m sipping the mud
i’m in sp-ce n—- i’m up in mars
i got dope in my system my blood
you get shot you go up to allah

- mireza

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