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letra de money getta - rylo huncho

[intro]
ay my n-gga turn me up

[hook]
if i see that n-gga park the car i gotta hop on v
you know i’m fiending for a murder i just might say f-ck the skeet
you think i’m depressed about that b-tch boy you not really in the streets
i’m always in the f-cking shadows might just cut that n-gga neck
i’m never worried bout no fam just trying to get off to the check
i’m with my n-gga f-cking swerve he say he finna kiss the curb
you know i’m geeked up off that bottle and we always in the beach
y’all never f-cking listen better listen how i run the beat
she can’t take all the d-ck she started gripping on the sheets
rеal deal stack the money gеtter you can’t f-ck with me
the way you suck the d-ck i think she got no motherf-cking t–th
rolling up some crazy sh-t i’m bout to start this f-cking leaf
you think i’m beefing bout the b-tch i call her best she want the d
money getter money getter i told that b-tch to bounce that ass
i feel just like i’m at home i’m throwing bullets with no f-cking past
got some big ass sticks we sound just like the marching band

[verse 1]
n-ggas acting hard off on the gram with nothing in their pockets
you better put some respect on my name i’m going to the top just like a rocket
[?]
don’t know why you dissing on the neck you need to f-cking stop it
[?]
you know i’m looking for this n-gga he better not drop that f-cking lo
i know he live up by the lake i’m tryna up that f-cking scope
i’m steady making hits all back to back i gotta blow
[?]
crazy as it gets might put a tote tag on the b-tch
when i get to swinging this stick you better get the f-ck up out the mix
i go by rylo huncho [?]
you tryna spin through here we gotta leave your ass up on this land
i never aim out for your chest i aim out for your f-cking head
i’m beating this b-tch from the back it’s time to do my f-cking dance
got 180 up on the dash it’s time to press to the gas
i’m always in first place i’ll never be last
kkk members on my team but they shoot
if i catch this n-gga lacking tie his ass up to a noose
this sh-t feel just like warzone i just need that loot
i got tired of this b-tch you know she had to get the boot
how you say you on sight but you never f-cking shoot?
i’m tired of n-ggas capping for the gram trying to get some f-cking points
i’m tired of n-ggas acting like [?] trying to f-cking prove a point
[hook]
if i see that n-gga park the car i gotta hop on v
you know i’m fiending for a murder i just might say f-ck the skeet
you think i’m depressed about that b-tch boy you not really in the streets
i’m always in the f-cking shadows might just cut that n-gga neck
i’m never worried bout no fam just trying to get off to the check
i’m with my n-gga f-cking swerve he say he finna kiss the curb
you know i’m geeked up off that bottle and we always in the beach
y’all never f-cking listen better listen how i run the beat
she can’t take all the d-ck she started gripping on the sheets
real deal stack the money getter you can’t f-ck with me
the way you suck the d-ck i think she got no motherf-cking t–th
rolling up some crazy sh-t i’m bout to start this f-cking leaf
you think i’m beefing bout the b-tch i call her best she want the d
money getter money getter i told that b-tch to bounce that ass
i feel just like i’m at home i’m throwing bullets with no f-cking past
got some big ass sticks we sound just like the marching band

- rylo huncho

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