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letra de blake griffin - yung mal

[chorus ]
i got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot
don’t play with opps they drop the dot
we pull straight off we stopping cops
the spot got pounds they thought i crop
watch him that boy talk to cops
my wrist it got a lot of rocks
my foreign it do tricks
watch the top drop ask me what the top cost
don’t do no dates no top golf
i spent racks on one cross
i could have bought a trap house
my brother he send packs out
new condo my sh-t laid out
i been balling on them
i get money like im blake now

[verse 1: yung mal]
i got bands in my bank account
got young n-ggas ready to take you out
wack you since you chasing clout
racks stacks
sh-t just pilin’
i don’t got no stylist drip forreal like thousand island
and my diamonds they might blind you
shooters infront got some behind me
d-mn i took off perfect timing
catch a flight im flying private
catch him lacking llama
he went missing they can’t find him
im in back of the back reclining
my prices they just keep getting higher
all these checks keep getting wired
bich i got this sh-t on fire

[chorus]
i got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot
don’t play with opps they drop the dot
we pull straight off we stopping cops
the spot got pounds they thought i crop
watch him that boy talk to cops
my wrist it got a lot of rocks
my foreign it do tricks
watch the top drop ask me what the top cost
don’t do no dates no top golf
i spent racks on one cross
i could have bought a trap house
my brother he send packs out
new condo my sh-t laid out
i been balling on them
i get money like im blake now

[verse 2: doe boy]
i get money like im blake now
you rocking designer from last year that sh-t played out
p-ssy n-ggas put they racks up i bring the gang out
when we was young we had bang outs
now we bring them k’s out
all these rap n-ggas riding whips they dont own sh-t
50 round hanging out the clip when i’m in zone 6
it’s cleveland to east atlanta we on that 1, 5
p-ssy let his gun fire but it don’t count ain’t nothing die

[chorus]
i got pyrex on my beat so you know it cost a whole lot
don’t play with opps they drop the dot
we pull straight off we stopping cops
the spot got pounds they thought i crop
watch him that boy talk to cops
my wrist it got a lot of rocks
my foreign it do tricks
watch the top drop ask me what the top cost
don’t do no dates no top golf
i spent racks on one cross
i could have bought a trap house
my brother he send packs out
new condo my sh-t laid out
i been balling on them
i get money like im blake now

- yung mal

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