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letra de d$m&$ - mjpaid & fordio

[intro: babytron & mjpaid]
(d-mn, jakesand)
long live $cam
d-mn
d-mn, d-mn

[verse 1: mjpaid, stanwill, fordio & babytron]
up late thinkin’ ’bout the pape’, sh-t, i can’t sleep
blew his cap back, now they think he play for kc
hot as h-ll, spent a couple nights ’cause your state green
hot as h-ll, cuddy out of town sellin’ fake beans

[verse 2: mjpaid & stanwill]
this sh-t goin’, got some sauce i’ma gatekeep
can’t help me make no pape’, that’s a b-tch that i can’t keep
blew a kd for my wrist to say ap
i can stomp an opp and run it up with the same feet

[verse 3: fordio & babytron]
i can write a slip or k!ller card with the same bin
i done took ls to the chin, just remain ten
me and gang’ll let our sticks fire like some cavemen
boy, don’t еven ask about a verse unlеss the pape’ sent

[verse 4: mjpaid]
it’s gettin’ burnt up, don’t let her see that same whip
in the bay, i was noddin’ on the stage, had to blame trish
how the f-ck i make twenty with the same glitch?
sixty blues in my pocket, i don’t bang crip
[verse 5: stanwill]
dog sh-t militia, blood brothers, that’s the same sh-t
catch him out in traffic, .308’ll make his lane switch
i can pop out smithy, but the glocky, that’s my main bl!ck
i might hit your ho, but money, that’s my main b-tch

[verse 6: fordio]
when i’m feelin’ stressed, just call my bros and take a sip
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no baseball, but my bases hit
sh-t, slime found out where he work, caught him after his shift
ain’t tryna get caught in no store, better make it quick

[verse 7: babytron]
i can tell you vulnerable, you prey, not a predator
wouldn’t bear the bad news, we’ll spray down the messenger
said he seen me runnin’, must’ve mixed crack with lsd
look like call of duty, he just got whacked with lmg

[verse 8: mjpaid]
rap fail, then no cap, sh-t, i’m back in them stores
jeans came from j-pan off a canada coat
unc’ front exotic ‘bows, i was gettin’ ’em gone
moms on my ass, she like how the f-ck i’m grabbin’ them phones?
droppin’ fives in my pop, but i ain’t crackin’ the fours
hit columbus, then hit indi, then we back to the o
n-ggas keep postin’ confirmation once the tracking’ll show
mj back in his zone
[verse 9: stanwill]
diamonds yellow, buffies white, you know my soda purple
it get sticky with militia, have my soldiers hurt you
i don’t do no hand-to-hands, i might get bro to serve you
brodie caprio, he got some act’ off scripts with no rehearsal
vvses bustin’, b-tch can’t even read the pendant
white boy quick to cook it up, but he can’t season chicken
we can talk ’bout chains or punches, all my pieces hittin’
can’t forget my roost, when i get on, i gotta feed the chickens

[verse 10: fordio]
probably thought we had the same off-white, no, our seasons different
i was tryna slow down on that ‘pane, just couldn’t resist it
i ain’t in my feelings, chasin’ racks, that’s why i been missin’
this b-tch i’m with a demon, tryna f-ck me ’cause i’m in some christians
dior, [?] juggin’ like a sport
took my first sip of that ‘pane, i just knew i needed more
talk and read and write this sh-t, i know you cannot take a course
if it’s real, it’s gon’ come to me, some sh-t you cannot force

[verse 11: babytron]
if i ain’t ballin’, then it’s floor seats, you in the nosebleeds
check the score, it’s 0-v, holdin’ up the trophy
i been spinnin’ hoes since the ring of rosie
cloned a pack of visas in the store with pingers on me
way we steppin’ through this b-tch gon’ leave some footprints
wrist workin’ early morning, i ain’t cook grits
i want fruity strains, pause, not no kush mints
belt equipped, spot an opp, he get his tush whipped
sh-ttyboyz, dog sh-t militia

- mjpaid fordio

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