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letra de don't know what to call it - moneyatmidnight

[intro]
yeah…, yeah…,
i don’t know what to call it…,
but you know…, (what?)

[verse 1]
fvck a mixtape 3, f-ck a- f-ck a mixtape 3!
fvck a mixtape 3, f-ck a- f-ck a mixtape 3!
fvck a mixtape 3, f-ck a- f-ck a mixtape 3!
i got so much money in my company!

i got so much money comin’ in every day
i got so much money comin’ in, different ways
from the front, to back, to f-ckin’ side
and you know, i got the rims sw-ngin’ wide

i be rollin’, down, “lavernge st”
and you know, i don’t even know what that is
i made the sh-t up!
but you know, i can make a hit up!
i make the hit up, like hit-boy

i’mma mother f-ckin’, hit-boy, on this track!
and you know, every time i spit
it’s like venom, to the haters– like crack
and you gotta keep comin’ back
and you know i got the cracker…, jack!
[verse 2]
‘lil jackass boy! ’lil whack ass boy!
and you know i gotta re-record it, that ass toy
the f-ckin’ computer, don’t wanna do…,
it wanna do, what it f-ckin’ wanna do!
like other peoplе, in their lives
but then wondеr why the sh-t don’t go right
like 101-7, the beat, the jam…,
i’mma have my own radio station
radio programin’ man!

man, i just be my talkin’ sh-t on these f-ckin’ tracks!
man, i just be spittin’ it, like it’s venom and crack
like i already said that
but you know i gotta go back
’cause these dumbass n-ggas
they don’t even know how to handle that-

the truth, ooh! let me calm down…, ’cause, you know
this f-ckin’ surround sound
bumpin’ in yo’ speakers goin’ too hard
no hook, i ain’t got no f-ckin’ written bars!

[verse 3]
i’m doin’ this sh-t off the dome
with a ‘lil blunt in my hand, this a f-ckin’ roach b-tch!
i done smoked all this sh-t, all the f-ckin’ way
’cause these n-ggas, got on my nerves-
think it’s time to play…,
naw n-gga, it’s not! get ready for war b-tch!
got the storm comin’, and you know i got the h-rns, b-tch
on my motherf-ckin’ shield…,
and you know i got the sword
i’m cuttin’ these b-tches down like a tree

like a tree, roll that b-tch a backwood
ion smoke backwood, dutch in my f-ckin’ hood!
and you know i gotta lean back real quick
and you know i got no hook on the b-tch

i don’t know what to call it…,
don’t know what you f-ckin’ want from me!
but you know i gotta keep 3(s) company
i gotta keep n-ggas around me at all times
but i’m a lone wolf, and when i say that…,

[verse 4]
i’m talkin’ bout:
“one n-gga watch the money
one n-gga watch the back door…,
’cause these n-ggas tryna creep up on this hoe”
and you know, we can’t let ’em do that
shut that sh-t down, like a f-ckin’ macbook!

and you know i got this f-ckin’ track hooked
got the hook, whatever you need!
come get a verse from me!
get you benefits for your money
get your money, for your…,
wealth, and your health, and your family
and you know i gotta rewind it
go bambi (heh), yeah!
crate challenge, everybody fall and surround me!

- moneyatmidnight

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