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lirik lagu bust a tear – fiend dinero ☆

[chorus]
make you dig your grave and up the glock i’ll make you bust a tear
how i love to smoke up on my opps she says im f*cking weird
up this 45 we pull up on you, you ain’t running here
say your last goodbyes, yeah, this is it won’t see another year
when he made the new whole gang they laughed and they got up and cheered
up the score, we winning f*ck the opps ain’t give no f*cks in here
f*cking on his b*tch i guess your block just really loves me here
come and show me magic with that mouth let’s makе it disappear

[verse]
stomp his f*cking face off i ain’t playing on my demon sh*t
evеry time i nut i always get the urge to leave a b*tch
rule number one you best be careful who you beefing with
’cause beef with me it’s overshoot your momma i won’t beat the b*tch
f*ck it then i pass it team player i just lead assists
free that k!ller izzo free the gang and you can free the rest
she says you a bum every time you f*ck she says need to p*ss
gucci shades up on me they think i’m blind because i keep a stick
hold my water past the (?) try to fake though
i put here a p*ssy, shut him down like, what’s your way (?)
render in my city, we throw petrol bombs in daylight
cops rolled through, took my opps to say we play fight
real g, ask about me, i’m a roadrunner
hard to f*ck you traffic in your b*tch, and then you told on her
soft as f*ck, man we concrete, man they so bored
i know he’s cute face, but how she talks, man, she’s so good at
knock his f*cking head to get the goal, i take a free kick
step up on his (?), that ain’t no f*cker you going to leave with
that boy here, sorry, (?) a hoe, he comes from dc
pull up to his home, i light him up and who we sleep with
mac 11, make him do his dancing, then his legs drop
i was counting money, he was f*cked up on the xbox
you would think of his acne, how his face is filled with red dots
laser on this tight, trying to pull a f*cking extra bear up
[chorus]
make you dig your grave and up the glock i’ll make you bust a tear
how i love to smoke up on my opps she says im f*cking weird
up this 45 we pull up on you, you ain’t running here
say your last goodbyes, yeah, this is it won’t see another year
when he made the new whole gang they laughed and they got up and cheered
up the score, we winning f*ck the opps ain’t give no f*cks in here
f*cking on his b*tch i guess your block just really loves me here
come and show me magic with that mouth let’s make it disappear

[verse*2]
spin the block again away and leave until i catch your soul
she like, are you free, like if it ain’t money, then don’t ask me, hoe
q*little face up on her, i ain’t kiss her, but i clapped it, though
chomp it up this quickly and get the money, had to pass the bro
vvs up on me, domain’s list, and you are jack and jones
i can show you how to whip a pop and make you stack the dough
sold them, robito, some dapped them up, i had them crack them jokes
said they really sniffed, but that’s the lawyer, no, that ain’t having woah

(what the f*ck, fiend dinero)

- fiend dinero ☆

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