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letra de digits - moodyy

i done ran some digits now these b-tches on my d-ck
i can′t hang with y’all, not my homies not my clique
and all the hoes and cars and money they ain′t really sh-t

you flexing all that money put that sh-t on my wrist

okay, no bo3 but i slide with the kuda
b-tch i been lit, your new man a loser
get in the stu’ and i’m f-ckin′ the booth up
put me so low, now i′m starting to move up
fighting no more, we pull up and shoot ’em
i′m with my twizzy we do not include them
yeah yeah yeah
i got a lil’ vision now i can never quit
all thee f-ckin′ rappers they be steady on my d-ck
that blonde boy steady lurkin’ he so mad i f-cked his b-tch
oh sorry i′m exposing, i don’t really give a sh-t
lil homie got a problem oh you know we pistol packed
and a- want me do die, stupid b-tch you know ian dead
i hit that shawty once, then i did the f-ckin’ dash
got two besties they cryin, i left them b-tches on read
(stupid b-tch you know ian dead)
(yeah i left them b-tches on that read)
skrtt skrtt

i done ran some digits now these b-tches on my d-ck
i can′t hang with y′all, not my homies not my clique
and all the hoes and cars and money they ain’t really sh-t
you flexing all that money put that sh-t on my wrist

i done ran some digits now these b-tches on my d-ck
i can′t hang with y’all, not my homies not my clique
and all the hoes and cars and money they ain′t really sh-t
you flexing all that money put that sh-t on my wrist

- moodyy

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