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letra de sex, money, murder - tony yayo

[intro: tony yayo]
yeah, 2015, n-gga
new year, new money, n-gga, new money, n-gga

[verse 1: tony yayo]
most of these n-ggas just around for the perks
f-ck it, let ’em eat like meechi
money, p-ssy, power and work
when i die, bury me with my phone, n-gga
’cause i ain’t leavin’ clientele for these ho-n-ggas
industry today ain’t about winnin’ or losin’
it’s ’bout makin’ statements
send my little n-gga, sly, through the ak sh-t
i own in a while like seymour (-)
re-up quick, see more work
yeah, i’m like a hippie in a past life
me and my crippy still high from last night
’cause i’m a self-made gangsta
and you a self-centered w-nksta

[hook: thirst mulah]
ha, comin’ to the wrong town
p-ssy, p-ssy-n-gga got shot
long money, f-ckin’ none about
you be dead on the block

all i know is money, s-x and money, murder
all i know is money, s-x and money, murder
all i know is money, s-x and money, murder
you be dead on the block

[verse 2: thirst mulah]
yeah, yeah, yeah, mama tried to warn me
i was ‘ddicted to the street life
mama used to scorn me
never in the f-ckin’ house, but so are street lights
woo, red bandana-reppin’
move around the town, man, mel gibson with the weapon
diddy-boppin’, got my cruise on when i’m steppin’
n-gga had to die, f-ck it, hit him with the wesson
i’m a get this money, motherf-cker, i’m a ride out
most these n-ggas frontin’
leave ’em wet and get ’em dried out
movin’ and shootin’, n-gga, the battleground
everythin’ you seein’, better back it up
.45th on my waist, had to back ’em up
cl!ck-cl-ss, then i throw ’em in the caddy trunk
move around the town, homie, like got sh-t to prove
i ain’t got no life, i ain’t got sh-t to lose

[hook: thirst mulah]

[verse 3: sose]
my n-gga, y’all want a four-door, ‘scule vision
i ain’t even lookin’ through a full scope
you trippin’, n-gga think his life is a baggage claim
strap a f-ckin’ bomb to a p-ssenger, now it’s half a plane
your destination was final
your camp was never concentrated on the lyrics
so was death on a rival
athena means that i’m theano, blood embedded with tribal
native who made it to save the day, a reign’s like a cycle
a page out the bible, break it like a paper with typos
i plead insanity, you know that i’m the range on our rifles
i’m all michaels, michael myers, michael jackson
moonwalkin’ in your b-tch
now she chiropractin’, drive her legs in
it’s so fortunate i’m scorchin’ sh-t
it’s apparent you’re embarr-ssed
when i take off with your audience
accordin’ to the papers
and the statements you was caught up in
you faker than jamaicans in half-baked
there’s somethin’ wrong with ’em

[hook: thirst mulah]

- tony yayo

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