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letra de yeah actin bad - money mafia

[chorus:]
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay

[verse 1:]
yea, the yeah, with the yea
see it in your eyes, you ain’t but that you g-y
p-ssy, it ain’t coming down
it is up there, yea, with the yeah lay you out
rest in peace my n-gga, we ain’t creeping
we riding, we ain’t slipping
my n-gga we all bout beef and reef
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
run up in your house b-tch, i don’t wear a mask
all my youngsters bout that dumb sh-t
all they wanna do is just dumb sh-t
got a game to call, we don’t miss
two hundred rounds in the drum for your clip
ain’t no life in that n-gga, he a ghost
i put that d-ck in the chopper and do the most
you outta here

[chorus:]
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay

[verse 2:]
i’m b – a – b – a – c – c- h -c – e- b – 4 – 7 [?]
yea that’s me, i’m on some dumb sh-t
i got the yea with the yea
pull up on in the curb, box body with the rag
i’m talking dumb sh-t
i drive an hour to pick up the product
go all that gangsta then go [?]
we back, no limit ain’t got no limit
we promise fully automatic, we go out in semis

[verse 3:]
listen, i be going 8, really going 8
waiting all in your bushes like a rattlesnake
123 with the gun straps, i’m with the yea with the yea
you probably get clapped
i be putting in work, really putting in work
make that motherf-cker jump, make that b-tch jerk
i be going dumb, you know r-t-rded
i got the red beam on my glock 40

[chorus]
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay

[verse 4:]
they come from one town, you will get pumped down
we make dumb, dumb sh-t like we from buck town
go get your big dog like yea, homie yea
and i’m gon’ l1ck that b-tch up like i’m from trinidad
bring out that black trunk, black mask
do you something awful
one of them is a boxed up ring and some joints
so i can fix em one of that meatball sh-t
then i pop out them bushes with a new drumstick like

[chorus:]
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay
yea, with the yeah, with the yea
i be on these streets getting money, i can pay

[outro:]
yeah i can bet on it, yes
big money mix the yea with the yea
yeah i can bet on it yes
how you getting money
i can bet on it yes
come on

- money mafia

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