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spare nothing freestyle - gmoneydt lyrics

[intro]
police are investigating a late*night chase that ended in a crash in downtown la
the collision happened at los angeles and 17th streets
at least three people were hurt
the pursuit began just before midnight
officers were responding to reports of a driver with a gun
a witness spotted the suspect’s car, but when police tried to stop it, the driver sped off
yeah, 8th street
huh

[verse 1: gmoneydt]
crip face tatted, foreign coupes, i do this on thе daily
what’s in my pocket right now could cash out on a ‘cedes
spеnt a couple thousand on my ‘fit, they tellin’ me i’m crazy
i done bent blocks and taped somethin’, no, i’m not talkin’ crazy
8th street, but i got shooters off the 6
caught him loafin’, guess he thought we was gon’ spare him ’cause his b*tch
she could suck d*ck good, and i could tell just by her lips
he was tryna pay for p*ssy, that’s the sh*t that got him stripped
gotta pay me to see a chains, she got you in them same ‘fits
i ain’t here to fall in love, i just want payments out the b*tch
free my brother, mr. strip your favorite rapper for his kit
he say he gettin’ money, turns out it’s just a myth
from c*class to e*class, s*class to maybach
switch it up, every other day i’m who they prayin’ to catch
f*ckin’ on this opp b*tch, she say that i’m her favorite nat
chops and glocks was getting used before i blew up off of rap
[verse 2: playerrways]
ayy, like rami jewelery just made the pc tryna blind me
i accidentally sn*tched a cuban at the show they booked me
she love chanel gang, she toxic for the ecc
i got a blood b*tch named xiana, can they let her free?
think i love this b*tch, i got her tatted red ink
it’s diamonds on my neck and my wrist bending my earrings
like f*ck my po, i’m checkin’ in like once a month
and they givin’ playerr home visits, gotta hide the drum
in hollywood, i’m off a pink 10 with demon kids
saggin’ through the city in somethin’ different, we the kids that did
a rockstar, i’m gon’ blamp the foreign through the wall
like i’m just tryna ball, why i’m breaking fields for twenty ball?
i bop bop, you ain’t have the bolo in the box
two years ago, i had to make my money off a bop
this ice chili what my jewelry be hittin’ for
like why my b*tches gettin’ mad and get to callin’ me a toast, on gang, man

[outro]
haha, i’m just sayin’, though, b*tch, like yeah
let me live my rockstar lifestyle, b*tch, you ain’t gotta get mad at me
on the gang, man
rich paisa gang, baby

- gmoneydt lyrics

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