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letra de mj92 - nevelle viracocha

mj92

verse 1
if i pull it off the lot you know i gotta floor it
especially since its safe to say i paid for it
these boppers wonder if my ___ big
f-cking with the kid boy you not smart
f-ck a pop star suck a rockstar
im not no f-cking rapper id rather go by muddy poet
if edgar allen poe had looked up to a f-cking crow
man im not from earth i could skrt skrt off in a neon ufo
gotta pearl and grey ss chevelle look like a f-cking shark
you ain’t getting no money my n-gg- i think it’s time to f-cking start
this thirsty b-tch just tried to kiss me cause her throat was parched
imma just keep it real i could never blend in with all these f-cking frauds

chorus:
i don’t know what else to say
i know you f-ck n-gg-s gone hate
we give no f-cks around this way
get some money everyday
i don’t know what else to say
i know you f-ck n-gg-s gone hate
we give no f-cks around this way
get some money everyday
money everyday, money everyday yeah

verse 2:

where the cream, little n-gg- thinking big empire dreams
if anything b-tch imma f-cking submarine
you never see me use no atm machine
left home with a bag already, big belly off of brown bag deli
slim n-gg- just in it to get healthy
into exchanging energy and she let me
she living single in the city like khadijah
girl you on fire you got me hotter than a fever
dont lie to me tell me the truth i might believe you
i’m ye of no faith with the cake i’m a believer
i make her sing she screaming like a tea kettle
drop her off then it’s flashbacks forever ever
no motor mouth mines zipped i can keep a secret
beat that box up now she paraplegic
compliments to the chef but no rats so send my highest regards to the host, no ryan seacrest
my second home itaewon lets blow some kimchi
all of this press on my chest feel like a bench press
ain’t no excuse when you come from the muddy
hundreds with color like they tele tubby, b-tch i want the check i don’t wanna be buddies so get off your -ss and go make you some money

verse 3

hey why you so shy now
let me show you a new flow i got
my tongue be twisting like a merri go round
b-tch you can kiss it but you gotta know how
blessed, lord know i’m fly
pray, lord know i’m fly
not it ain’t safe to go outside
ohh you know i’m bout show out now
f-ck that other sh-t i want me some money
i count them up and stuff a duffle with some powder blue hunnids
i’m killing n-gg-s one by one csi wonder who done it
just buckle up and get ready cause when it’s coming, its coming
shed blood sweat tears, thats a bucket of onions
dirty fingertips we hustle till we’re clear of the struggle
now i’m pulling out the parking lot with cinder-gorilla
michael jackson thriller, all about that skrilla
doubt me with the complication how you over sophisted
im so official like a ref i blow my dough like a whistle
numb in the mental i’m a extraterrestrial visit
why can’t they see the way i think is not of this solar system
if i don’t do nothing imma get money
a n-gg- ain’t gone take nothing from me
couple hundreds but the ones in the way
i can’t see you with this money in the way

- nevelle viracocha

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