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letra de like me - moneymarr

[intro: moneymarr & black fortune]
black fortune
let’s go (let’s get straight into it)

[verse 1: moneymarr]
oh now y’all n-ggas f-ckin’ with me, thought y’all didn’t like me
b-tch, i was broke and now i got a check like nike
glock 23 with a d-ck and it shoot like mikey
i’m in the trap with a clip and it shoot like spikey

[verse 2: black fortune]
burner beretta from brazil and it was pricey
i pour a four of wockhardt in my hi-c
that draco gon’ bite a n-gga like he mike tyson
switchblade on me i slice and dice him

[verse 3: moneymarr]
when i beat it up she say, “why it gotta be like that?”
when it’s cold and we beefin’ point me where the heaters at
now i’m up n-ggas d-ckridin’, that’s where the eaters at
we gon’ hit at his head and knock off that (?) pack

[verse 4: black fortune]
banana clip on me, i’m where that chiquita at
this junkie like “fortune where that justin bieber at?”
wockhardt double deuce where that two liter at
red (?) knock the d off yo’ adidas hat
[chorus: moneymarr and black fortune]
uh, d-mn, bet you can’t do it like me
diamonds all over my t–th
n-gga run up got red all on his white tee
and i got blood on my sneaks’
b-tch bumpin’ the fish and b-tch we ’bout to creep
shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
f-ck 12 hit the dash on they ass, ’bout to geek
and the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he greek

[verse 5: black fortune]
put the d-ck on a chopstick, you ’bout to eat
i cl!ck one b-tton then you gettin’ deleted
i got a lil’ hood b-tch, her name juanita
i was servin’ that dog food, two of my golden retrievers
i moved to l.a., i’m the only black man in my neighborhood sometimes i feel like i’m cleveland
and i ain’t the police but sometimes i get nervous and shoot at these n-ggas for reachin’
she popped a percocet and had a seizure
he was atheist ’til i made him a believer
he got shot in the face now he look like a creature
b-tch, i’m a hothead i got a fever

[chorus: moneymarr and black fortune]
uh, d-mn, bet you can’t do it like me
diamonds all over my t–th
n-gga run up got red all on his white tee
and i got blood on my sneaks’
b-tch bumpin’ the fish and b-tch we ’bout to creep
shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
f-ck 12 hit the dash on they ass, ’bout to geek
and the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he greek
[verse 6: moneymarr]
let’s go
talkin’ that sh-t n-gga, pipe up
take ya b-tch for the night and b-tch gettin’ piped up
choppas gon’ spark like the 4th, let it light up
f-ck with that osshwop f-ckin’ his life up
b-tch i got two glocks, john wall and 2pac
smokin’ on runtz and i’m servin’ that moonrock
i’m a bad lil’ n-gga like ronny off boondocks
and the trap jumpin’ loud like a muhf-ckin’ boombox
and they boofin’ with fortune and we ’bouta punch him
in the back of the club b-tch, i got my gun (?)
get hit in the back with a slug if you runnin’

- moneymarr

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