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letra de scale tales - rome streetz

[verse 1]
uh, yuh
mind on the benjies baggin’ grams while i blow gelato
bl–dy dough i need it like gustavo
get it now f-ck tomorrow be the motto til a n-gga eye closed
rather have a fast stash first then flackos
your pockets on flacko
your probably sniffin’ flakka on some fiend sh-t
n-gga this that raw medellín brick
f-ck the police, every single pig in the precinct can eat d-ck
forever, that be the speech in my thesis
need my n-ggas freedom, brick sales, and lead pieces
tales from the scales, sold everything out the seed ships
moonwalkin’ on a hunnid grizzies, i need all the sh-t
phone ringin’ happy for the hits, b-tch, i’m fortunate
i look at you and then i saw vic
f-ck the court of law cuz where i’m from n-ggas settle score with bl!cks
deep in the f-ckin’ game, is you a pimp or a trick?
i feel like i’m gorgeous, dre, of course
in linen cloth, spinnin’ broads, wrappin’ ‘fore intercourse
you n-ggas frauds since the sinner’s talk
sh-t, fam with the plug, i send it in and he send it over
choppin’ boulders got my shine on solar
heart still on polar
don strong marijuan’ odor
this the overdose, nothin’ doper
motherf-cker
[chorus]
tales from the scales, makin’ bales off the sales
fiends sniffin’ rails, f-ck jewels, have the money for bail
dotties on my coattails
dope caught a body now the fiend shoppin’ like its rodeo
tales from the scales, makin’ bales off the sales
fiends sniffin’ rails, f-ck jewels, have the money for bail
dotties on my coattails
dope caught a body now the fiend shoppin’ like its rodeo

[verse 2]
large paper for the quotes from the bar savior
pay me now, still get scarred later
i been a player, i should cop gators and r flavors
for all the reptiles, n-ggas that defiled, pray god save ya
it’s new york reservoir nature
may the long stones transform the paper
clean supreme windbreaker
out the ball like the greatest laker
bag it all, play scr-per, my fate major
all this drug money, this ain’t from no pay stub
got bad b-tches droppin’ acid on they tastebuds
no love in the city where they slice ya throat
the one that betray you be close, keep the toast
i’m like 9-6 ghost, poison as dust this is up
gold chains drippin’ all over the cdg hearts
keep the weed sparked
livin’ at high speed, duckin’ police cars
your favorite mcs can’t f-ck with me, god
f-ck y’all n-ggas

- rome streetz

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