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letra de plug dreams - sy ari da kid

[intro: birdman]
you know my young n-gga, he a hustler
type of hustler that make another n-gga rich
ain’t nothing wrong about that
young n-gga i love him, he a g, f-ck with him
that’s a g only
but i always been the type of n-gga take a hustler and make all the hustlers rich
they all be rich
put my life on that
really f-ck with both of them
i tell a n-gga if he bout money, go get it
f-ck what they talkin bout
you heard me?
get the money, make a n-gga respect it

[verse 1: sy ari da kid]
you been leesing for a long time, might never own sh-t
you been selling dope your whole life, and you ain’t ever sold a brick
young n-gga doing fed time for some sh-t he told a b-tch
n-gga say he beefing, but if n0body die, it ain’t over with
ain’t no running off from the plug, [?] slumped in the mud
keep a gun tucked for the scrubs
it go bang bang, hit ’em up
n-gga, f-ck love pretty much
they’ll f-ck him up in the club
n-gga cuttin off with the [?]
n-gga bloodshedding with the blood
gotta hustle up, n-gga run
gotta double up with the funds
play tough, n-gga you’re done
stay up, n-gga here it comes
he got work, what you want?
do your worst, don’t be dumb
it the first of the month

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
you know the world [?]
running, running
you know my n-ggas don’t play bout that money
one hundred
they dream about plug money
they dream, they dream, they dream
[?] over blood money everyday

[verse 2: money man]
k!llers all around, they ready for it
ran off with a pack, petty for it
we brothers, so we gotta eat together
i’m sorry baby, we can’t be together
i’m sorry, but he crossed the line
imma burn a n-gga everytime
sippin on activis, i’m on that trappin sh-t
i’m on that vacume seeling and pack that sh-t
she want a boss, she don’t lower her standards
[?] i aingt giving no answers
diamonds dancing on me like a stripper
diamonds dancing like they working the flames
i was selling [?]
never once was i ever afraid
[?]
i’m tryna go get cheeper prices, n-gga
i’m in the [?] talking to the source
i’m in the [?] seas
she tryna satisfy a n-gga needs
she not getting things, but she down on her knees
everything i got, i got for trees
before i touched the money, i sold the piece
before i did a show, i sold a piece

[outro: birdman]
young boy
always been the type to post up
strap up
front line up
head first
teach a young n-gga how to go get it
come back with it
keep tossing and flipping
clear a little bit, we gon ball hard
we ain’t got time for bullsh-t
small talk when we out in these trentches
grinding for it
got the life on it
time on it
money on it
got no different [?]
n-gga ain’t nothing sweet
brr

- sy ari da kid

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