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letra de 500lb / bryce maximus* - ot7 quanny

lyrics from snippets

[intro]
(ayo, saint)

[chorus]
two hundred thousand dollars in all cash in this trash bag (in this trash bag)
yeah, i’m fresh as f-ck, wipe me down like boosie badazz (boosie badazz)
came a long way from the dirt, now i got diamonds on my wrist (yeah, i got diamonds on my wrist)
i got hundreds in my goyard, it’s filled up with dog sh-t (filled up with dog sh-t)
these n-ggas yappin’ in they raps, they ain’t turnt up in real life (they ain’t turnt up in real life)
my son know his dad a f-ckin’ king, yeah, he just like bryce (yeah, he just like bryce)
and i been chasin’ all this money-money, i can’t even sleep (i can’t even sleep)
that’s 500 pounds inside the spot, they cost a rack a piecе (they cost a rack a piece), uh
(that’s 500 pounds insidе the spot, they cost a rack a piece)
how the f-ck y’all hit me in my leg? y’all ain’t got no aim (y’all ain’t got no aim)
i’ll pull up, phh, 60 shots on n-ggas like i’m dame (like i’m dame)
gettin’ money, spinnin’ n-ggas blocks, that’s how i got my name (that’s how i got my name)
and i spilled blood with my choppa, how you think i got my chain? (how you think i got my chain?)

[verse]
used to pray for this sh-t all my life and i just wanna ball (i just wanna ball)
i can’t lie that p-ssy good, but i’m out if that money call (i’m out if that money call)
and you better not believe the hype ’cause i think all these n-ggas broke (i think all these n-ggas broke)
i got murder on my mind, i close my eyes, and i see ghosts (i close my eyes and i see ghosts)
(uh, i got murder on my mind, i close my eyes, and i see—)
that n-gga got hit with that hot, he scream for god but he ain’t save him (he ain’t save him)
i won’t never let my bank account go jason tatum (go jason tatum)
all i wanna do, go get me some new money, i don’t know ’bout you (i don’t know ’bout you)
i dropped 36 ounces in a pot, this chicken soup (this chicken soup)
i remember starin’ at them prada sneaks but i couldn’t get ’em (i couldn’t get ’em)
now i wipe my ass with money, ran them racks up to the ceilin’ (ran them racks up to the ceilin’)
it get cutthroat in my city (it get cutthroat in my city), i seen n-ggas k!ll they cousin
it’s 5 a.m., i’m in l.a., i just counted up two hundred (i just counted up two hundred)
i just left from out of sak’s, i went and spent another check (another check)
and every time i walk past, i see b-tches break they necks
how the f-ck you get that nickname? yeah, the streets ain’t give you that
you keep rappin’ all this k!lla sh-t, you ain’t got no hats
[chorus]
two hundred thousand dollars in all cash in this trash bag (in this trash bag)
yeah, i’m fresh as f-ck, wipe me down like boosie badazz (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)
came a long way from the dirt, now i got diamonds on my wrist (on my wrist)
i got hundreds in my goyard, it’s filled up with dog sh-t (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
these n-ggas yappin’ in they raps, they ain’t turnt up in real life (uh)
my son know his dad a f-ckin’ king, yeah, he just like bryce
and i been chasin’ all this money-money, i can’t even sleep
that’s 500 pounds inside the spot, they cost a rack a piece (they cost a rack a piece), uh, yee
(that’s 500 pounds inside the spot, they cost a rack a piece)
how the f-ck y’all hit me in my leg? y’all ain’t got no aim (y’all ain’t got no aim)
i’ll pull up, phh, 60 shots on n-ggas like i’m dame (i feel like i’m dame)
gettin’ money, spinnin’ n-ggas blocks, that’s how i got my name (that’s how i got my name)
and i spilled blood with my choppa, how you think i got my chain? (how the f-ck you think i got—, got this chain?)

[outro]
(how you think i got this chain?)
(and i spinned on n-ggas blocks, yeah, that’s how i my name)
(i pull up, phh, 60 shots on n-ggas like i’m dame)

- ot7 quanny

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