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letra de the finer things - ramirez

come right here, deep pockets, lil’ b-tch

they be like, “who that? who that?”

it’s the motherf-cker with the strap
lay ’em down one by one if these suckers don’t pay the tax (brra)
i can never f-ck with a broke b-tch unless they bring the scratch
hoppin’ out the ’64, golden d’s and the kangol hat
there ain’t no politickin’ so don’t you come my way
ain’t no dealin’ with b-tches who can’t even hold their own weight
i’m like a lion in the jungle, better yet a gorilla
my mind is twisted from all the bullsh-t that i done witnessed
i never step foot out the crib without my nine-millimeter
a dosage of paranoia ’cause partner, these streets will eat ya
i done seen too many players fall victim up to the game
some forget that this is chess and not checkers so plot your way

i used to dream ’bout the finer things
takin’ my mama out the hood, whippin’ wooden grains
but now i’m whippin’ on a new one every single day
pourin’ the ace of spades, swimmin’ in champagne, couple pinky rings
i used to dream ’bout the finer things
takin’ my mama out the hood, whippin’ wooden grains
but now i’m whippin’ on a new one every single day
pourin’ the ace of spades, swimmin’ in champagne, couple pinky rings

i’m on the move, sucker n-ggas thinkin’ we cool
i’m gettin’ money from k!lla cali to baton rouge
y’all can’t even get on my level, you n-ggas minuscule
hangin’ on my n-ts-ck, cousin, you really pitiful
i’m in the six trey, contemplatin’ a payday
puffin’ the ghetty green, put a b-tch on like i’m ray j
you see this pimpin’ but deep inside of my veins
cold-blooded young b-tch breaker, keep a distance from these lames, uh

- ramirez

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