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letra de color money - skyonna

[intro]
[?] got that heat (hoe)

[chorus]
i got blues in my pocket
pink my pocket
big racks (b-tch, i got big racks)
the gangsta motherf-cker be the one who be the biggest rat
the toughest motherf-cker be the one who never spit it back
i hate a motherf-cker who pop sh-t up on the internet (who talk up on the internet)
my [?] time to time don’t never [?]
and i ain’t never knew that i could rhyme, until i made a track (i had hopped in the studio)
and i ain’t never knew that i could grind, until [?]
she say that i’m a hoe
i f-ck her good and i delete the chat
i got blues in my pocket
pink my pocket
big racks (b-tch, i got big racks)
the gangsta motherf-cker be the one who be the biggest rat
the toughest motherf-cker be the one who never spit it back
i hate a motherf-cker who pop sh-t up on the internet (who talk up on the internet)
my [?] time to time don’t never [?]
and i ain’t never knew that i could rhyme, until i made a track (i had hopped in the studio)
and i ain’t never knew that i could grind, until [?]
she say that i’m a hoe
i f-ck her good and i delete the chat

[verse 1: baby brezzy]
she say i f-ck her good
don’t hit her back
i hit delete the chat
i know these n-ggas hate, ‘cuz i get money
so, i keep it scr-p
i know that love be fake
these n-ggas p-ssy
all they do is cap (all they do is cap)
and you know these n-ggas f-cked up, when they let me get back in the trap (let me get back in the trap)
she all up on my line
she trynna f-ck, it probably ‘cuz i rap (probably ‘cuz i rap)
i probably got her stuck, because i’m brezzy
that’s how i scroll the gat (that’s how i scroll the gat)
she probably see there ain’t no other n-gga who gone spend it, rich
she probably wanna set me up to scare ‘cuz she know i’m allat
[chorus]
i got blues in my pocket
pink my pocket
big racks (b-tch, i got big racks)
the gangsta motherf-cker be the one who be the biggest rat
the toughest motherf-cker be the one who never spit it back
i hate a motherf-cker who pop sh-t up on the internet (who talk up on the internet)
my [?] time to time don’t never [?]
and i ain’t never knew that i could rhyme, until i made a track (i had hopped in the studio)
and i ain’t never knew that i could grind, until [?]
she say that i’m a hoe
i f-ck her good and i delete the chat

i got blues in my pocket
pink my pocket
big racks (b-tch, i got big racks)
the gangsta motherf-cker be the one who be the biggest rat
the toughest motherf-cker be the one who never spit it back
i hate a motherf-cker who pop sh-t up on the internet (who talk up on the internet)
my [?] time to time don’t never [?]
and i ain’t never knew that i could rhyme, until i made a track (i had hopped in the studio)
and i ain’t never knew that i could grind, until [?]
she say that i’m a hoe
i f-ck her good and i delete the chat

[verse 2: skyonna]
racks up in my pocket
money pink and blue and green
[?] can rap, now i’m the hardest touch the scene
that money dirty, wipe it clean
perfect, ain’t no need to [?]
and i ain’t never scared to pop out
got real shooters on my team (my n-ggas be on point)
f-ck him real good and send him right back
don’t gotta ask for sh-t
i smoke my own weed, got my own pack
never ask for money
buy my own sh-t, spend my own racks
they say, “that n-gga telling”
call him, “big rat” (mole)

- skyonna

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