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letra de gates to the 8 - realred

[chorus: c-money & money]
serving [?] bring them dracs out, blow that [?] godd-mn
gang up in here [?] sh-t, boy you too soft, taking sh-t
gotta blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
came from nothing, talk about broke [?]
[?]
don’t worry bout nothing, won’t tuck my chain, i’m with the sh-t
two glocks on my homies, when i [?] make it quick
ain’t nervous in this b-tch, cause we got 30’s, we got sticks
i swerve up in this b-tch, won’t say a word up in this b-tch
[verse 1: big 30]
chopper house with murderers, they robbin and they [?]
glocks in here, dracs and sh-t
[?] race that b-tch
in the north with c-money, got the [?], we breaking sh-t
six and eight [?], we break on tricks
got my chain on with my glizzy, told you you better not play in here
slide with me, snakes in here
don’t do what i say in here
kelos from my hood, and i got snipers from the bay in here
[?] got the k, [?] something, we gon spray in here

[bridge: money]
[?] beg your parden, we don’t do no talking to artists
[?] pull up guns like they [?]
got bout six in the carbin, [?]
when i pull up [?], won’t let sh-t slide like the [?]
[?] i spark it, me [?]
we gon pull up [?] like it’s robbery
seventy five up in the clip, i gave him thirty three
play with me, and i put hollos in your arderies
[?] play no part [?]

[chorus: c-money & money]
serving [?] bring them dracs out, blow that [?] godd-mn
gang up in here [?] sh-t, boy you too soft, taking sh-t
gotta blow that smoke up, better not move without this stick
came from nothing, talk about broke [?]
[?]
don’t worry bout nothing, won’t tuck my chain, i’m with the sh-t
two glocks on my homies, when i [?] make it quick
ain’t nervous in this b-tch, cause we got 30’s, we got sticks
i swerve up in this b-tch, won’t say a word up in this b-tch
[verse 2: tp stacks]
i’m with 30, we got dirty 30’s in [?]
[?] my opps, you [?] don’t get [?]
[?] you can try your luck, but you gon die though
[?] talking bout [?] let off shots [?]
[?] with me, if i tell him pop off, he gon knock your top off
he was [?] walking out the [?] house and [?]
talking wreckless, this sh-t get you slumped, rapped up in a trunk
[?] can’t get caught for nothing, [?] in a dump

[verse 3: money]
shoot you in your back like ricky, nign-ggas mouse like mickey
i want my bread in a jiffy, [?] bread like jiffy
[?] new glock extention, blue hundreds like nipsey
pull up on your block, and shoot till my new glock is empty
[?] so don’t tempt me
imma smoke out [?] you n-ggas smoke that [?]
ice up on my neck, it got me shining like a [?]
and f-ck you like a quicky, if you ever went against me

- realred

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