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letra de freddy vs jason - mt ty & nate frxsca

[intro]
yo…yea…. yea yea yea yea yea
we up forever run forever n—a wild boy sh-t we out in a houston with it

[verse 1]

h-lla bad b-tches coming by the 3’s ion even know what to choose
counting racks get me in the mood
shopping bags saying jimmy choo
i’m blowing cash like it grow on trees i can make a 10 by the noon (12)
red leather seats in the m-series we be taking off to the moon
when that cash on the flow like a maid i’ll sweep it up with a broom
me and al out in houston rolling loud d-mn near just blew a nuke
picture 10 wock pints pantiеs on em, plug sending over lеaked nudes
he just touched his first 20 thousand dollar cash n—a that’s late news

bad designer can’t help, money flowing over feeling wealth
n—as stealing swag it’s a full time job trying to steal my profession
n—a where was you? where was you…paying 15 to 27
in a high rise with like 30k my altitude got em hating
i was pouring lines, switching lines, trying to get my plays all adjacent
my coffee cup red vintage blood like watching freddy vs jason
ina amg motor geeked up i was switching lanes new mercedes
this real money you won’t never ever hear me out owing no n—a
you can’t even call that a real run if you ain’t pulling out 6 figures
all my b-tches white toes, doll em up, putting armorall on spinners
i was sonning n—as they lil bro closest unk can’t f-ck with me
bought bottega slides like $600 i was mopping the floor with em
all my outfits costing a half a birdie i disguise all in a picture
standing 10 toes n—as hating waiting for the tectonic plates shifting
got a script in my pocket right now i ain’t see the doctor go fill it
i’ll treat the bag like a skateboarder do a pop shuvit 360
[verse 2]

lil dawg goin out sad he don’t got a bag boy rollin tizzy’s (sad)
she neva tell me she busy b-tch done fell in love with my rizzy (rizz)
i been making so much money i forgot how to use a skizzy (uh un)
i got b-tches everywhere houstonatlantavegas frxsca feeling like drizzy (drizzy)
i’m in the rain like wallo (yop) giving game out like gillie (yea)
these bryson tiller n-ggas pillow talking to they hoes i’m still gone hit ‘em (ion give f-ck n-gga)
i’m fresh as h-ll off this bankroll got blues on me like nipsey (nip)
i might sign a rap n-gga take all his money on my diddy (man give me all that)
bro ran it up in the mountains (hey)
he a 6mile hillbilly (billy)
bro major payne on a drill when he take shots he don’t even blink (n-gga don’t even blink)
his lil wife take backshots give her water outta my sink (splash)
we bent the corner d-mnear fell out took the doors off of the jeep

[outro]
(took doors off the jeep)
(n-ggas drinking fake ass hit pints chlorine)
(wrong with n-ggas?)

(b-tch can’t get no…bottle water gotta drink tap)

- mt ty nate frxsca

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