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letra de moneybagg yo freestyles on flex | freestyle #064 - moneybagg yo

[verse]
can i be real? can i vent?
i got some people tryna test my gangste
like i ain’t built for this sh-t
i got different b-tches texting my phone
talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
i went and bought my mama a new home
for times we couldn’t pay the rent
if i get caught with this dope and this gun
you know how much time i’ll get?
i’m on some federal sh-t
i’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ some beans
so i’m on some medical sh-t
she playin’ with the p-ssy, won’t give it to me
say she on some celibate sh-t
the same ho f-ckin’ the city
man she on some playin’ innocent sh-t
heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth, ay
since i got fame n-ggas feelin’ left out, ay
you wanna try but you know what i’m ’bout, ay
i’m with the gang, they gon’ air this b-tch out, hey
n-ggas can be sittin’ right in my face
and you still couldn’t see me
i drop a four and then pour me an eight
all you see is drank when i pee-pee
i’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
these diamonds they shinin’, they vv
i got your b-tch in the bathroom
open, we f-ckin’ like nico and mimi
i went hard with it
way that i beat it up, i could catch me a dv
them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
if i point my finger like i’m et
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m addicted, i’m sprung
i put that act in the figi
i’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
i’m young and fly, no dc
n-ggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target moneybagg
b-tches in they feelings ’cause i left ’em in the past
i’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but i ran up that money fast
my n-ggas like that crash money
just secure that bag money
fifty on the glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
i wake up and blow a bag
just dropped two stacks on sneakers
smoking loud on speakers
countin’ money, yeah i’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
she like bagg you triflin’
’cause i asked her bring her head in this two seater
she tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
put her in a half like the meter, hey
they say i got ghost writers
n-ggas come up with anything, sh-t pitiful, ay
hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
the chopper knock out his interior, ay
i’m tryna get me some extras
i was f-cked up, had the stretcher
i know these n-ggas ain’t straight at all
i just play chess, not checkers
pop a pill then i sip on some yellow
now i’m scratching like i got eczema
i was f-cked down, had to get back
she f-ck my n-gga for some get back
n-gga textin’ where his b-tch at
to my number, how he get that?
all the people didn’t wan’ f-ck with me then
i made them regret that, ay
nike, i’m like where the check at?
keep grindin’ n-gga, bet that
ay, ay
keep grindin’ n-gga, bet that
federal

- moneybagg yo

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