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letra de anybody - rich $tunna

[verse 1: rich $tunna]
tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow
and, cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto
give them a couple racks and watch everybody change
i never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
it leaves your heart with
contusions and racks your brain with delusions
got so much racks on racks i be stacking up on tha shelf
ain’t better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and sh-lls
matter fact i am farmer john milkin’ cattle tracks
‘cuz i remember poppin’ off thеm chains from bicycle racks
my racks was really stacks of novels and rap postеrs
when you making a difference it’s gone be haters
all i got is f-ckin racks
if i don’t make that man there dance

[hook: rich $tunna]
i never k!lled anybody (body)
but i got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
i got the streets on my back (on my back)
carry it like i’m movin’ a body (huh)
i told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
like he tryna movie the body (movie)
it was like 11 in the mornin’
skippin’ school, that’s a truancy body
i made me some racks in the mornin’
i had me a pack by the mornin’
i had me some racks by the mornin’
i had a six-pack by the mornin’
i got on a mink, no pneumonia
the racks keep me up, don’t need folgers
i had a pack in my shoulder
you gotta picture me rollin’
[verse 2: ripsi winelover]
first i stack some money, then go to war with them boys
been wishing and dreaming
sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice
but there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change
i never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
wish you hoes father understood where the condom was
war and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes
but make sure if they do see
going to the lobby
trying to maintain in this war
mo county, va, show is over, encore
i started this war and im going to finish it
hypetrack that and send it, it’s a sack sh-t
you know big-breast girls
going to train on spiders
they say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
i’ve got to go and spit a lot of flow but b-tch this isn’t war

[hook: rich $tunna]
i never k!lled anybody (body)
but i got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
i got the streets on my back (on my back)
carry it like i’m movin’ a body (huh)
i told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
like he tryna movie the body (movie)
it was like 11 in the mornin’
skippin’ school, that’s a truancy body
i made me some racks in the mornin’
i had me a pack by the mornin’
i had me some racks by the mornin’
i had a six-pack by the mornin’
i got on a mink, no pneumonia
the racks keep me up, don’t need folgers
i had a pack in my shoulder
you gotta picture me rollin’
[verse 3: rich $tunna]
come and get us you prepare for war
another day as i step out the door
and there’s little to be glad for
so tell me why are we at war
ima go until my arm’s sore
it’s like my life is a war
uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive
homies dying like this is f-cking war times
little training, thrown out into a pointless war
and it’s 2 clips, i get out to play for
wage war with me you will face defeat
translation cause my life is too sweet
no ho, acquainted with the floor
you rap as if you’ve been through a war
a perpendicular, angle of the clout war
searching for fortune and
famethe one thing we all adore

[hook: rich $tunna]
i never k!lled anybody (body)
but i got somethin’ to do with that body (somethin’, just shh)
i got the streets on my back (on my back)
carry it like i’m movin’ a body (huh)
i told them to shoot a hundred rounds (do-do)
like he tryna movie the body (movie)
it was like 11 in the mornin’
skippin’ school, that’s a truancy body
i made me some racks in the mornin’
i had me a pack by the mornin’
i had me some racks by the mornin’
i had a six-pack by the mornin’
i got on a mink, no pneumonia
the racks keep me up, don’t need folgers
i had a pack in my shoulder
you gotta picture me rollin’
[verse 4: ripsi winelover]
sh-t with our whole family
i run for the money
we’re living in a fantasy
gone head an make that money
money come and money
go still money problems addin up
miami bound with my d.c
chick and we let it fly when we in the club
blow up on this society
that’s why i’m after this money
hustle for dis country money
almost lost my life to the industry
it’s funny cause most of y’all ain’t did sh-t
music is money, money isn’t music
hail mary, run quick see
im in it for the money

- rich tunna

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