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the world is yours - moneyboymarkk & rmc mike lyrics

[intro: moneyboymarkk]
moneyboy sh*t, louie…
gang
(slajidi, turn me up!)

[verse 1: moneyboymarkk]
you know i’m hittin every target i never miss
and i’m all up on my blues money makin mitts
f*ckin with the p*wns break em down sell em all in zips
i made a livin with a stove done a broke his wrist
top sell drugs i’m smokin strong brody pourin trish
i dunk a dog sneak dissin scratch him off the list
you can’t act i’m not a pledge my n*gga steppin in his b*tch
a young n*gga in the slums with a plan on gettin rich
d*toxic louis ray give me motivation
the streets caught i keep the heat for any n*gga hatin
i’m young k i got k!llers how you wanna play?
she wanna f*ck off my name but she afraid to say it
hit the b*tch kick her out the door like i’m lino mess
asked to murdеr when she wrote i lеft the scene messed
too many b*tches on my line, wetter than a chest?
i’m on hard ten toes i dare a n*gga test

[verse 2: louie ray]
new glock the chop bump pop when it’s blowin
burr on the hood montclair coats when it’s snowin
it lookin like a light flashin on me how i’m goin
big booty b*tch name candy dance while i throw it
you and me you get to see the lifestyle for a moment
don’t know car move without us knowing we be on it
he wonder how i always got the b*lls cause i grow growing
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. facts, ayy
you know i’m always focused on this lifestyle. yeah
show them 100 in the ass, many pipe thump
better be coldest b*tch than feeling the money go i hear it twice
i want nine racks for a short flex you know my price wise
sh*t hustlin motherf*cker all these features got me iced out
real n*gga over fake n*ggas they be burnt out
i seen what i could do plus i been doing it i’m turned out
he lyin bout sh*t easy i never learn huh?
[verse 3: rmc mike]
too many shots got fired but ain’t n0body die
you boys wanna make it out the hood cause won’t n0body try
i came to take over the game won’t say n0body’s fine
he tried to run up on the plug twice that’s probably why he shy
casamigos got her turned up make her deep throat
three racks for the lvs, that’s the pico
i cashed out on blue hunnids this a cino
the feds tried to indict my best friends with the rico
the city didn’t think we was gon pop it till we showed em
i’m tryna get you drunk just to f*ck that’s my motive
four beds four pounders i check the odor
thousand horses in the old school check the motor
put number 40’s on my ride f’s floatin
i’m the owner of the octagon seth rowe
i’m runnin with some sh*t that leave a n*gga’s chest open
axe anywhere around the world i’m best chosen

- moneyboymarkk rmc mike lyrics

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