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letra de blak suga - young dinero

blak suga lyrics
[intro]
f-ck cops
f-ck cops (ahaaa)
f-ck cops
f-ck cops
i’s the boy from the block (you know already)
f-ck cops
f-ck cops
(datl4l)
(r.i.p 2thou, r.i.p pork)
f-ck cops
f-ck cops

[chorus]
i’s the boy from the block
never had plenty
sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
my broda buy a big glock, match his new mt-7
i not the boss, so is twenty-seven
for the pack
your turn gon’ come, just relax
every real n-gga have opps
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
i’s the boy from the block
never had plenty
sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
my broda buy a big glock, match his new mt-7
i not the boss, so is twenty-seven
for the pack
your turn gon’ come, just relax
every real n-gga have opps
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
[verse 1: young dinero]
i not the boss, but your boy don’t sleep
if a paper gon’ flip, then your boy gon’ еat
you could maybe get it for the flat twеnty-six, racks
see a man dead for six, packs
thirty eight revolver have five, shots
da trap life to die for
free all my n-ggas in the lajol
saying that dinero just too hot

one more bal
i not his friend, not his pal
the glocky is a fourty cal
when i up it, ti mal
he try to run, but he fall
bl!cky la ka feh yo mal

brrrp-brrrp
two missed calls
yayo got a half p in trafalgar falls

[chorus]
i’s the boy from the block
never had plenty
sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
my broda buy a big glock, match his new mt-7
i not the boss, so is twenty-seven
for the pack
your turn gon’ come, just relax
every real n-gga have opps
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
i’s the boy from the block
never had plenty
sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
my broda buy a big glock, match his new mt-7
i not the boss, so is twenty-seven
for the pack
your turn gon’ come, just relax
every real n-gga have opps
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
[verse 2: delly boss]
you know i must cross when i come down with the ‘coste
paper coming in like a boss
do the sign of the cross
you know she like how i floss
i’m a big stepper, of course
dream big or get lost
always gotta get that bread
better watch out for the feds
n-ggas hate and pretend
that’s why i ain’t got no friends
they always switch up in the end, so i stick to my lane
i hate when my n-ggas in pain
r.i.p pork, that’s on gang
2thou in my brain telling me to chase my dream
all i wanna do is win, get rich with my team

[verse 3: kxng jxy]
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
r.i.p benderz and pork
record when i f-ck
call her tik and i’m tok
she said baby doe ask me, just take and doe talk
if it’s up, then it’s stuck
broke out the glock
and i call that sh-t daffy, that boy better duck
datl on top
hennesy in my cup, overflowing like blessings in church, keep in tuck
remember i had a dream, no martin, but kxng
jxy in the beam, with my team, plotting schemes
no joking, no memes, but it’s funny it’s seems
take your ting, bring it home, no england football team
[chorus]
i’s the boy from the block
never had plenty
sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
my broda buy a big glock, match his new mt-7
i not the boss, so is twenty-seven
for the pack
your turn gon’ come, just relax
every real n-gga have opps
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops

[outro]
you know i spit facts
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops

i’s the boy from the block
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops
da, f-ck ga, f-ck cops

i’s the boy from the block

- young dinero

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