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lirik lagu moncler bubble – baby money

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(d*mn, machu, why’d you have to do them like that?)

[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh*t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty*thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh*t
n*ggas keep asking ’bout the ’vette, b*tch, we crashed it
come and f*ck one of my n*ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, brought the foreigns, when we slide, we in fast whips
it’s twenty*one inside my block, this my savage
we get one*twenty a pop without asking
so why i buy a gucci shirt without the jacket?
f*ck a heart, i don’t love no b*tch, i love fashion
a n*gga violate the game, get his flag took
even if it’s halloween, we still masked up
now every time a n*gga die, they come ask us
yeah, this that baby los asking for dollars
i was f*cked up, they know i would be a problem
that 550 blue, i used to drive inside the honda
a matte black coupe, b*tches screaming out, “wakanda”
i’m ’bout to f*ck the city up, i’m kwame
i caught something out the blue, a body
he said he took something from los? he lying
i put a lot of n*ggas on, so they ridin’
[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh*t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty*thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh*t
n*ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b*tch, we crashed it
come and f*ck one of my n*ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

[verse 2]
trappin’ and copping all these ‘bows got my mans lit
we was in and out of cali for a pandemic
these n*ggas pinching off the bag, think some grams missing
these n*ggas f*cked up they stash, never had chicken
between two or three n*ggas, spent a half*ticket
and we was rocking bussdowns when n*ggas had breitlings
they gave my n*gga forty*five, that was a bad sentence
my n*gga died at twenty*one, we called it fast living
you ‘sposed to stack your racks up and make it last, n*gga
you shop for hoes, i shop for ‘bows, n*gga, our bag different
living in hotels, them rooms ain’t even had kitchens
never serve them at your crib, boy, that’s bad business
tell a b*tch, “get what you want, i ain’t yo’ last n*ggas”
it’s two benzes in the group, n*gga, i’ll crash this one
a three*five in this ‘wood, i can’t pass this one
we ain’t financing sh*t, b*tch i cashed this one
easy money
[chorus]
moncler bubbles for the times we ain’t had sh*t
this that baby los that did cash flips
this that baby los that drink actavis
put a price on his head, get the tag ripped
forty*thousand in my pants, i ain’t flash sh*t
n*ggas keep asking ’bout the ‘vette, b*tch, we crashed it
come and f*ck one of my n*ggas, get yo’ ass did
happily hoppin’ on that road got me mad rich

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