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letra de all blue - ouija macc

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[chorus]
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs brand new mothafucca hold up
new money getting new money what these mothafuccas do to me nothing too funny mothafucca
we get new money homie new money what these mothafuccas do to me nothing too funny ain’t it homie huh

[verse 1]
shawty made it clap and turn out all the lights
i just installed the clapper too it turned out all the lights
that booty meat she shaking round that sh-t so ultra white
huh she be shining like a lite-brite huh
shawty glowing in the dark tonight
said her boyfriend square like a mooninite uh
so she tryna feed me appetite uh
new money throw it in the air tonight uh
i just counted up alotta racc (case)
shawty suffocate me with your ass (please)
we don’t need no mothaf-ckin’ ash (trays)
i’m a ash it in somebody mouf (yay)
i got jugg money all in my account (taste)
you ain’t seen my face when then it’s no (case)
(?) don’t come with no (?)
slide across that hood just like i’m star (scape)

[chorus]
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs brand new mothafucca hold up
new money getting new money what these mothafuccas do to me nothing too funny mothafucca
we get new money homie new money what these mothafuccas do to me nothing too funny ain’t it homie huh

(deep voice)
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs all blue mothafucca hold up
these raccs brand new mothafucca hold up

[verse 2]
slept on me shouldn’t have slept on me but that come up boy i crept on it
yes i cr-pped on it
yeah that hatchet that sh-t kept on me hatchet kept on me
mothafuccas tried to flex on me but i’m next homie purgatory god
who gon’ flex like ouija macc gon’ flex huh
who got the east locced in the west huh
who got the south locced in the north huh
who got the torch huh ouija gon’ scorch
(?)
ain’t n0body fuccin’ up what i can’t afford huh
swear i’m never going back to driving a porsche huh
ain’t no double dribble when i spiral the court huh
i just counted up alotta racc (case)
shawty suffocate me with your ass (please)
roll a backwoods with some hash please
she got what she want ain’t have to ask me

[chorus]

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