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letra de m&ms - murda beatz

[intro: offset]
m&ms, m&ms, hey

[chorus: offset + blac youngsta]
m&ms, m&ms, stack up your money, get m&ms
m&ms, m&ms, stack up your money, get m&ms
them lil’ funny b-tches on instagram
me and offset f-cked like ten of them
lamborghini we ain’t rentin’ them
these n-gg-s broke we not built like them
fresh out the courthouse, now i’m sittin’ courtside
when i f-cked your b-tch, i took her to the abort house
she’s a lil’ sore now, but who gives a f-ck ’bout her
you really care about her, treat that lil’ b-tch like a n-body

[verse 1: offset]
oh lord, oh lord, i got the racks and you know it
sippin’ on act, we don’t moët
put on my diamonds, i show it
my pockets are swole, on steroids
sippin’ on actavis, paranoid
drop top phantom on melrose
before the rap, it was a elbow
where is my top, where the h-ll it go?
f-ckin’ your b-tch, need to let her go
if i go on a lick you’d be scared though
i’m trappin’, but duckin’ the feds though
i’m rich, i’m not average, i’m a b-st-rd
my cars is way more faster
i’m outer sp-ce like i’m with nasa
i’m stompin’ ’em out like a alpha, kappa
i give out the dot like a raffle
i’m not with all that bibble and babble
just bought my momma a big castle
you flexin’, you a actor
i’m flyer than a pterodactyl
they bitin’ the dab like a apple
thankin’ god i’m not in no shackles

[chorus: offset + blac youngsta]
m&ms, m&ms, stack up your money, get m&ms
m&ms, m&ms, stack up your money, get m&ms
lil funny b-tches on instagram
me and offset f-cked like ten of them
lamborghini we ain’t rentin’ them
these n-gg-s broke we not built like them
fresh out the courthouse, now i’m sittin’ courtside
when i f-cked your b-tch, i took her to the abort house
she’s a lil sore now, but who gives a f-ck ’bout her
you really care about her, treat that lil b-tch like a n-body (f-ck n-gg-)

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
reach for my chain, fifty .45 ya
i’ma shoot out your ho ’bout ya
i’ma k!ll all of your folks by ya
i’ma dip out for my lowrider
i be sellin’ lots of c-ke out here (f-ck n-gg-)
i be frontin’ to my folks out here
i be sendin’ that pack, its straight from oakland
you know prices they get low out here
i do not have no kinfolks out here
so i cannot trust a soul out here
i’ma hit ’em with mac 11 (brr)
if you try to play me like ho out here
yeah i run my, run my money up
you n-gg-s broke, they not rich as us
all my hitters in the club at one time
sneakin’ my gun out it in my nuts
i spent two hundred on my whip
i just put tint on my windows
i got rentals for my hittas
i won’t hesitate to send em
little f-ck n-gg- wanna gunplay
shoot a lil’ n-gg- on a sunday
put the gun in the lil’ n-gg- mouth
make his -ss sing like beyoncé

- murda beatz

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