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letra de secret service - ohgeesy

[intro]
my nig-my n-gga menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy
ron-ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey
gang, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ron-ron do that sh-t

[verse 1]
it’s money over b-tches, but you knew that?
i done jaked the hunnid bands, and i blew that
told your b-tch “i want some p-ssy”, and she do that
twenty bands ‘n kick it in the section, it’s a coupé
i want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch
i throw my money in the air, do a cool dance
evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants
off the percs, i meditate like a buddhist
i got a older bi’, she say i’m the cutest
n-gga switch like a b-tch, like they judas
still rock true religion, i’m the truest
i wish my lawyer happy hanukkah, he jewish
[chorus]
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b-tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n-gga f-ck a b-tch
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b-tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n-gga f-ck a b-tch

[verse 2]
lil n-gga that’s a trap phone
i’m like a dyk- in this club with the strap on
i can spit it at your b-tch, get my mac on
karate kid i talk a brick, n-gga wax on
chopstick not the type you eat the food with
i got the d-ck for you and every b-tch you cool with
b-tches act so ashanti, foolish
so i f-ck ’em one time, then i’m through with ’em
n-gga f-ck one time, i ain’t cool with ’em
my n-gga don’t do construction keep a tool with ’em
he goin’ stoopid ay, i’mma act a fool with ’em
before we set a n-gga up, we act cool with ’em

[chorus]
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b-tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n-gga f-ck a b-tch
secret service guns, presidential on my wrist
twenty escalades like obama in this b-tch
private residential, got a million dollar crib
it’s money over everything, n-gga f-ck a b-tch
[verse 3]
third verse, now i don’t usually do this
i got a question baby, would you let the crew hit?
you like married to your n-gga try some new d-ck
sell heroin to a junkie tell ’em shoot it
we at the club for the b-tches, start recruiting
that n-gga bunt me, we goin’ get to shootin’
we at the club for the b-tches, start recruiting
that n-gga come at me wrong, we get to shootin’
presidential rolex n-gga, secret service
i see twelve in the field, i get nervous
i’m in the hills right now, i got no service
i was selling coke but i knew i had a purpose

- ohgeesy

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