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letra de money walk - trap nav

[intro]
(no way, hozay)
woah

[chours]
yeah (yeah)
these n-ggas be triflin’, they pockets on e
these n-ggas be p-ssy, they ain’t f-cking with me
they already know but i’m drivin’ a t (i’m drivin’ a what?)
yeah, they could’ve been one of yours, but they out of your league
if she f-ck wit’ the opps, she ain’t for the team
like a boogie, i’m makin’ ‘em bleed, uh
[verse 1]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), i’m mighty fatigued
30 bullets, yeah, he received (grrah)
c6, i got the need for speed (uh-huh, speed, speed)
let the chopper sing like tlc (phew)
just told this hoe she ain’t worth 50 cent, b-tch, you know i’m a p-i-m-p

[chours]
yeah (phew)
these n-ggas be triflin’, they pockets on e
these n-ggas be p-ssy, they ain’t f-cking with me (uh-huh)
they already know but i’m drivin’ a t
yeah, they coulda been one of yours, but they out of your league
if she f-ck wit the opps, she ain’t for the team
like a boogie, i’m makin’ ‘em bleed
yeah
these n-ggas be triflin’, they pockets on e
these n-ggas be p-ssy, they ain’t f-cking with me
they already know but i’m drivin’ a t
yeah, they could’ve been one of yours, but they out of your league
if she f-ck wit’ the opps, she ain’t for the team
like a boogie, i’m makin’ ‘em bleed

[bridge]
i do my money walk, i do not stop
i do my money walk, i do not stop
i do my money walk, i do my money walk
i do my money walk, i do my money walk
[verse 2]
ice, diamonds, you checking me out
he talkin’ all hard, just shut your mouth
watch what you say, these n-ggas will rat you out
thanks for the blessin’ of this route
these n-ggas know what i’m about
i ain’t worried, he shoots like he curry
if we catch a opp, its gon get muddy
it’s d.i.a., yeah, dead in action
bust down rollie, avalanche
old b-tch, average
and you know i’m gettin’ doubted, kid
and you know i’m gettin’ doubted, kid
you know i don’t give a sh-t
these n-ggas be b-tches
street n-ggas gettin rags to riches
uh, rags to riches
f-ckin’ this b-tch, her ass gon’ clap
why these n-ggas be doubtin’ the facts?
.40 got a drum round its gon’ blast off
walk down, no mask off
like glizock, ill pop you like pain k!ller
yeah, yeah, yeah, you know i’m self-made, n-gga

[chours]
yeah (yeah)
these n-ggas be triflin’, they pockets on e
these n-ggas be p-ssy, they ain’t f-cking with me
they already know but i’m drivin’ a t
yeah, they could’ve been one of yours, but they out of your league
if she f-ck wit’ the opps, she ain’t for the team
like a boogie, i’m makin’ ‘em bleed

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