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letra de realist shit i never wrote - money man

i’m drinking on louie
my collar be fendi
my shoes is versace
don’t got no feelings
my exotic so potent
my b-tches they choke every time they smoking
she twerk it she throw it
pop a seal and i pour it
i spit this sh-t like a motherf-ckin poet
this some of the realest sh-t
but i never wrote this sh-t
just like a horse
just hopped on and rode it
i’m in the trap house and i can’t control it
i can’t let em play me just like a controller
do the dash in a foreign
i locked up the motor
all these racks in my jeans got me feeling so good
got a b-tch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
i just hit a lil b-tch and i told her come over
got the bentley truck now had to trade in the rover
i’m mixing my soda
my heart it be colder

[verse]
just like minnesota
pull the stick let it loose like a bipolar
all this loud in the house got a loud odor
every n-gg- in the circle got love for me
all them plugs on the west they got bud for me
everyday gotta hit up the gun range
n-gg-s ain’t got no heart they just b-tch made
i just purchased my lil b-tch a mustang
i been trappin lil n-gg- since 8th grade
everything that i’m burnin is high grade
made a 100k juggin them netspend
i swear me and lil mama connected
when she wit me she feel so protected
this a vette right here this not a lexus
they show mad love when i go to texas
just to re-up i went me a distance
i’ll come and end yo existence
she got virgin hair for a extension
finna go get a bag i’m relentless
making hits i ain’t got time for these b-tches
we gone see who can shoot this sh-t quickest
how you pull out a stick and ain’t hit sh-t
i just found me a glitch i’m the slickest
i just put me a 4 in some sunkist

[chorus]
i’m drinking on louie
my collar be fendi
my shoes is versace
don’t got no feelings
my exotic so potent
my b-tches they choke every time they smoking
she twerk it she throw it
pop a seal and i pour it
i spit this sh-t like a motherf-ckin poet
this some of the realest sh-t
but i never wrote this sh-t
just like a horse
just hopped on and rode it
i’m in the trap house and i can’t control it
i can’t let em play me just like a controller
do the dash in a foreign
i locked up the motor
all these racks in my jeans got me feeling so good
got a b-tch at the crib and she wet like a ocean
i just hit a lil b-tch and i told her come over
got the bentley truck now had to trade in the rover
i’m mixing my soda
my heart it be colder

- money man

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