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letra de 99 attributes - rome streetz & conductor williams

[intro: rome streetz]
uh, uh (what the f-ck)
uh
ayo

[verse 1: rome streetz]
diamonds in a long cable, palm angels
firearm spray you, make pay and pray everyday
i’ll smoke anyone on your label (you n-ggas trash)
this pure cocaine, your sh-t k2
i married the game, got a ‘k and a tailor made suit (uh-huh)
racin’ the mercedes, sp-ce coupe, i’m red-linin’ (skrrt)
everything aligned, you can say it’s divine timin’
on time, when he gave me one twenty-five on consignment (that work)
i bagged it up on a cover of vibe, crime was the assignment
keep a glock, culture cipher, my mind on refinement
my white boy’ll light you n-gga up like luka dončić (boom, boom, boom)
rock the low high tech suits, sellin’ users product
my shoes is prada, losers got nada wins in mi casa (none)
[?] hold your own and god’ll bless you
prayed to our father, but, he was never there to encourage my next move
figured it out, now i’m superior
my north face x supreme denim tear jeans, next to me you’re inferior (uh-huh)
got my funds servin’ up all the fiends in the area
designer drugs, i sniffed a big line off the mirror up
bottom-feeder bum ass n-ggas never compare to us
they always be trapped, solo and even when y’all pairin’ up (y’all n-ggas washed)
the kicks i wear a rack a pair and up
it’s deeper than rap, we racketeers at wrappin’ squares, ain’t no fear in us
made some paper, but, i swear to god, it’s nowhere near enough (nah)
tryna run it up like warren buffet, elon musk (uh-huh)
all rothschild, new york’s foul, get knocked off for talk
a brick of soft, a broad, gang sh-t, all fall out
actions speak louder, the softest n-gga is all mouth
got more plugs than a power strip, i never saw drought (never)
golden trap phone and a rapper head on my wall mount
this the crack they smokin’ until they t–th fall out (haha)
ninety-nine attributes the other one is god (god, n-gga)
i trapped for loot, they thought i wouldn’t ever make it far (f-ck you)
i went from back of the paddy wagon to foreign cars (skrrt)
life is ill, hundred-dollar bills cover my scars

- rome streetz conductor williams

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