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letra de geeked up - moneysign suede

[intro: moneysign suede]
(i’ma tap in 88, he got them chops on him)
how i woke up in the studio, n-gga, it’s 6 a.m., n-gga
i’m just grinding, n-gga

[verse 1: moneysign suede]
when i was nine, never thought i’d have a 9
i wanna take his life ’cause that n-gga wanna take mine
he be talkin’ ’bout the life, but he told me that he be lyin’
heard he wanna be like me, but really, i don’t even mind
heard she asking ’bout a n-gga, b-tch, i’m doing fine
i love money, i’ma get it ’til i f-ckin’ die
told you it wasn’t for my people, i’ma always grind
a n-gga doing better, so now she hit my linе
i don’t want no fake love, b-tch, stay away
i’m vibing to the bеat, shout out 88
i’m ’bout to turn myself in, but a n-gga straight
i did it to myself ’cause i went this way
i got an open case, still with a k
i’m still with the straps, still with the fades
i got a bid, fightin’ bids, they say i gotta change
i’m still hardheaded, n-gga, f-ck the fame
fake love that you be showin’, that sh-t made me laughter
when i was locked up, you ain’t even answer
used to care about you first, care about me after
i’m the lil’ n-gga with a big blammer
i’m that lil’ n-gga causin’ trouble
yeah, i had to hustle
n-gga, what you know about the struggle?
before i took a dub, i would fumble
it’s 2020, everybody wanna be a boss
but ain’t n0body wanna take a loss
i ain’t even twenty-one, how i’m in the club?
that b-tch thirty-three, heard she wanna f-ck
told her my money thirty-three, but i’m only twenty
she said it’s cool ’cause i’m fly, so she gon’ let me
she gon’ let me f-ck for the night
i’m to the point where i don’t even gotta try
geeked up, i just took a red light
in the stu’ with chike with like five pipes
[verse 2: az chike]
oh, my bad, i just f-cked on your wife (f-cked on your wife)
okay, livin’ like it’s sprite, lime life (livin’ like it’s sprite)
one too many, i can’t let you try twice
born a man, but still a b-tch, boy, you gon’ die dyk- (you gon’ die dyk-)
i’m in the stu’ with like ten poles (ten poles)
uh, f-ckin’ other n-ggas’ hoes
try your luck (try your luck)
b-tch, i’m the realest, would expose
i’ll pull up all white like it’s somethin’ up your nose, uh (somethin’ up your nose)
ak-47 on a preteen twelve-gauge
everything smooth, i call suede
i’ma double back and f-ck a b-tch in my balmains
i’m a dog, in the trap ’til my b-lls stank
how you wanna kick it? you get stomped ’til your jaw break
i charge up, wait, now i’m back to my dog ways
burbank, can give a f-ck what the law think
i’m with my main thing, b-tch, you don’t call late

- moneysign suede

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