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letra de the lan x flint - moneymade dre

[intro: moneymade dre]
yeah
big moneymade sh-t
if you ain’t gang, then you can’t hang, n-gga
no hat
it’s good, fxce?
ayy

[verse 1: moneymade dre]
they told me hit my n-gga fxce, it’s time for a feature
lansing mixed with flint, this the sh-t that’s f-ckin’ up the streets
i know a lot of n-ggas who play rich, but beg me for keys
i got a shooter who don’t miss, his shot 2k green
like naw, for real, my lil’ n-gga, he won’t miss his shot
my mama told me get a job, so now i work the block
told her i’m gon’ blow up with this rap so i can’t punch the clock
in a striker with my lil’ cuz, we tryin’ to dodge the cops
a lot of n-ggas steady hatin’ on me, but they not my opps
dwayne johnson, i could show you how to turn soft to a rock
with your wrist, you add a lil’ twist, but the feds gon’ plot
if the b-tch say she don’t suck d-ck, then she gettin’ blocked
in other words, if she don’t get it, that mean she is finished
had to change my b-tch, ’cause with the s-x, she was boring with it
you ain’t gotta tell me how to hustle, i was born with it
all my b-tches bad with a fat ass or either foreign with it
these n-ggas wanna be like us ’cause they can see we winning
if you play with x, get x’d out and end up missing
arp tucked in my purple jeans, it’ll leave you finished
never popped a perc’, but put in work like a super gremlin (no hat)
had to tie my shoes, ’cause ’bout a b-tch, i cannot be trippin’
twenty racks in cash in all blues’ll leave your b-tch strippin’
used to be a ham, you can ask ham, ’til i got some chicken
everything htese n-ggas say be cap, they like full of fiction
lot of sh-t these n-ggas tryna flex, i done already did it
in the deep end, i’m totin’ fin with the biggest fishes
in this life, you gotta pray at night, criminal or witness
no karate, b-tch, i’m ’bout a bag and ain’t no time to kick it
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i gotta thank god for pro tools, it got me out the trenches
then go slide it on my lawyer, he got me out the system
then go pull up on my brother, he got me out a pistol
then go slide on a n-gga from yesterday, ’cause i forgot to k!ll him
bust some dog down, break it up, it’s gon’ look like some kennel
blow a n-gga with his own gun, it’s gon’ look accidental
i can shoot a n-gga from down the street and actually hit him
watch him ’til he die to see if somebody comin’ back to get him
yeah, but they ain’t coming back
put number forty on his chest like a running back
she put that sh-t up in her ass, that’s why her stomach flat
f-ck a n-gga b-tch and be like, “d-mn, how you fumbled her?”
h-llcat truck, man, this b-tch cost a hundred racks
my scam n-ggas keep shippin’ clothes, they need a punching bag
how you up and all your n-ggas broke? you need to fund they ass
just showed a lil’ n-gga all the ropes, i just sonned his ass
(sh-t, alright, look)
i bought a 23 and a 19 so my guns can match
her face cute, i’m finna buy some ass so her buns can match
i heard your auntie son be gettin’ strikers in, where your cousin at?

[outro: babyfxce e]
yeah, it’s with an x, n-gga
fxce

- moneymade dre

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