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letra de then u die - wag$ay//freemoney

[intro: kyim jordan]
you can’t ignore it
wagsay free money (yeah yeah)

[verse 1: kyim jordan]
neat-o, trails hot, jalapeño
big chopper give you 20 like greedo
all up in your face with the straight steelo
money shaq height. can’t compete with divitos
can’t tell me sh-t, all the teachers that i had couldn’t teach me sh-t
i’m a beast, can’t sleep like them elm street kids
bout to rebuild the culture, where the plug to sell me bricks?
it must be rigged, it must be a gimmick the way i kick sh-t
kicking business since drake and josh was still kids
back when you had the 360 on your wishlist
any n-gga f-cking with thе disc can get k!lled quick
i got the bеst stories. don’t gotta flex for me
i never flexed on you, i jet to coordinates
and when i get bored i rest on some b-tches chest
might just get the top a little bit, like a midgets vest
i’m hard body, you would think that i’m in a mech
i got the drop on you n-ggas this is mission x
you want more i got you
crib with the floor thats marble
b-tch say she like the chain and the way it sparkle
rick owens jacket, vandalized the sh-t with marker
not peter parker but you marvel, n-gga i’m awesome
a busy man, i got no time
two days passed and the balance went so high, checked the sh-t both times
cut the bullsh-t, bovine
when i’m on the track i put my foot down and go the whole nine
style like the 99s and the 2000s, you think i control time
walk around with four dimes, sh-t can get late night showtime
sh-t could get suge knight car ride, you know why
tell the grammy’s i got both eyes on it
im not like these rappers cause i own it, don’t flaunt it
[hook: malik-]
ayo, life’s a b-tch and then you die, thats why we get high
cause you never know when you gonna go
life’s a b-tch and then you die thats why we get high

[verse 2: malik-]
early in the morning stressing about my life and my direction
ive been sober for so long that people barely even question
my mother f-cking motives or my reasoning
my life is like a white b-tch chicken, less seasoning
so much sh-t is bland and dry if you caught on
drinking 40s on stairways, north face coats on
smoking weed even though im trying to get this job
but, if they reject me, only option is to steal and rob every drug dealer that be on the block
put my ski mask down and pull out the glock
it didn’t have to f-cking be this way, my momma telling me to get a degree someday, f-ck that
im shooting dice and brandishing this ak
for any little n-gga that wanna f-ck with me
hop in stolen whips, i’m all that and a bag of chips
could never trust a hoe, she could be sucking my enemies d-cks
thats foul, but it’s life
over here where i’m at you either playing ball, rap or cooking up in the trap
serving junkies that neglect they kids. sipping malt liquor so i don’t have to bust no wigs
cops wanting me to snitch but i don’t talk to pigs
im so quick to burn a n-gga out like some cigs (cigarettes)
playing 456 so place your bets
feel like my ex been wishing bad karma on me and places a hex
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- wagayfreemoney

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