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letra de fweago - spaceghostpurrp

[intro]
rest in peace my n-gga jitt (toasty)

[verse 1]
can’t get a job
hustle for the money
you ain’t gettin’ b-tches
if you ain’t got money
now ain’t that funny
money is my god
i worship money
money is my lord
ain’t life hard
when your ass broke
can’t get a job so you try to sell coke
life ain’t a joke
i know what it’s ’bout
you can’t trap coke in the motherf-ckin’ drought
put your fingers up
scream f-ck love
’cause love get you k!lled so you better use a glove
and when i say glove, i’m talking about that rubber
check that b-tch mouth, man, before that b-tch suck you
and if that b-tch f-ck you
you tell the whole world
run your mouth like a b-tch and a little ass girl
if that b-tch f-ck a lot that don’t make her a sl-t
if that b-tch hate rubbers then that ho is a bust
[chorus]
see a n-gga getting cake though
see a n-gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n-gga getting cake though
see a n-gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n-gga getting cake though
see a n-gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
see a n-gga getting cake though
see a n-gga been fweago
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride
ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride

[verse 2]
bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel
i’m sitting there watching while my d-ck hard as h-ll
counting h-lla racks while these b-tches get it in
put the cash in the safe, f-cked her and her friends
doing h-lla sins, you only live once
i wanna get your main b-tch high with the blunts
bummy ass n-gga with a bad ass b-tch
that sh-t don’t mix, so i took that b-tch
n-ggas wanna snitch ’cause they see me getting rich
think a n-gga selling coke but i’m steady making hits
so a n-gga finna sh-t on you lace front tricks
lace fronts in your hair, looking like a dead b-tch
nasa gang in the clique now raiders in the game
b-tch we all want fame so we rep the same thing
n-gga rep yourself, better rep your own gang
nah, i ain’t a hater, but f-ck taylor gang

- spaceghostpurrp

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