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lirik lagu #ftlotm – john ramon

[intro:]
sheesh: free la man, n-gg-s on go, lets get it!

[hook:]
i chill with the deuce
roll up a sack and then face me a blunt
i shoot and you duck
for the love of the money i need all these bucks, (i do)
my wood extra stuffed
serving this white like its snow on the bluff
and i f-ck with the y
cause i be on the dust (ay!)
i need money that’s why
i ain’t giving no fronts (yeah!)
i need money that’s why
i ain’t giving no fronts (i ain’t giving no fronts)

[verse 1: sheesh]
for the love of the money (money)
we loading these choppas and emptying tummies
marleygang that’s an army
can’t f-ck with you goofies, you n-gg-s is dummies
why yo b-tch wanna f-ck me
loving the kid yo b-tch wanna suck me
cause you stank, yeah you musty
how the f-ck did she find me i think she got lucky (she did)
for the love of the money, stack all the profit
i’m taking these chances
sn-tch yo -ss up for ransom, have you praying like mantis
ay double cups extra muddy
kissing this pink i think that she love me (she do)
[?]
you stupid little n-gg-, i put nothing above me (i don’t)
double cup extra muddy
kissing this pink i think that she love me (she do)
[?]
you stupid little n-gg-, i put nothing above me (i don’t)

[verse 2: john ramon]
n-gg-s think they bacon good
truth is they fakin’ good (they faking!)
women think they meagan good
there goes the neighborhood (b-tch! you ain’t meagan)
now it’s back to busting heads
putting sh-t to bed
no more bigger person
cause that n-gg- dead
i’m a thorough bread
what you n-gg-s on
thugging on the phone
catch you by a dread (bro catch him)
n-gg-s ain’t made like us
pull up on a n-gg- for the fade like us (nah)
n-gg-s don’t work like us
trynna ball but you n-gg-s can’t play like us
say no mas
i got this sh-t on lock
john a f-cking legend he the vegas pac (west side!)
n-gg- you know how we rock
this sh-t ain’t gone stop
n-gg-s from the block
going to the top
for the love of the money
i’ll sell anything that you willing to buy (bro what you want)
i throw up a four (4)
if you play wit the dough n-gg- you finna die (gang)

[hook: x2]
i chill with the deuce
roll up a sack and then face me a blunt
i shoot and you duck
for the love of the money i need all these bucks, (i do)
my wood extra stuffed
serving this white like its snow on the bluff
and i f-ck with the y
cause i be on the dust (ay!)
i need money that’s why
i ain’t giving no fronts (yeah!)
i need money that’s why
i ain’t giving no fronts (i ain’t giving no fronts)

- john ramon

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