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letra de pyramid scheme - stefisdope

[verse 1: stefisdope]
ayo i had to fall back i had to get my money up
cause i’m all about my business can’t afford to f-ck it up
if you looking for them numbers then you gotta f-ck with us
second thought y’all n-ggas talkin that’s why we can’t f-ck witcha
lame n-ggas always beefing on that twitter sh-t
i be thinking how to get more money trying to hit a l!ck
i love the p-ssy but not the drama i don’t need a b-tch
i just want some papers & a lighter ’cause i need a spliff
gotta roll up & get high that’s like everyday
out here with my n-ggas & we grinding in like every way
you know that chill don’t pay the bills money gotta be made
that’s the story from dc down to county of dade
so i be writing them raps, tryna get the f-ck out the trap
them n-ggas fronted so i’m knockin’ them bustas on they back
b-tches blowing up my phone i gotta duck ‘em all
middle fingers to my opposition screaming f-ck ‘em all

[hook 2x: stefisdope]
it’s a pyramid scheme ain’t no squares in the circle
i be countin’ up that green i smokin’ that purple
it’s a pyramid scheme ain’t no squares in the circle
loose lips sink ships if you talking they merk you

[verse 2: stefisdope]
most you rappers is b-tches, so i can’t even listen
talkin’ sh-t behind my back, p-ssy so you sneak dissin’
i be plottin’ & scheming thinking of ways i could get it
had to cut off my hoes ’cause i got no time for women
only time to get money & to sh-t on these n-ggas
now i got people with they hands high like its a stick up
nah this ain’t no robbery i’m out here k!lling these shows
and goin’ harder than you n-ggas when i’m spittin’ these flows
tried to be the nice guy but you hoes ain’t deserve it
i got a trillion dollar mind & you n-ggas worthless
i’m a diamond when i’m rhyming you got flaws but i’m perfect
my whole team is full of winners while you losers is hurtin’
only out here to build, your b-tches callin to chill
n-ggas p-ssy but they still be tryna act like they trill
see i know that you won’t & n-ggas know that i will
you don’t pay me so really homie it’s f-ck how you feel
so f-ck you n-ggas, you b-tches, you lames, you snitches
only god could judge me n-gga i’m praying that he forgive us
i don’t be writing rhymes, n-gga i’m writing scriptures
i’m a young god homie you could go & ask the preacher

- stefisdope

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