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lirik lagu choices – munna

[intro]
yea- alright, we good
just make sure you got everything before you close the trunk
yeah
yeah we good my n-gga, we good

[hook: rich homie quan sample]
so much money it don’t make no sense no more, i’m saying
i’m at the point where i can’t get no more, i-i-i’m playing
around with a check so you can’t fire me
aye f-ck a crew i’m tryna build a dynasty

[verse 1]
r.i.p unc, free body
no brakes, coming out the hills i’m 730
hit my weed plug and he got me
i will never serve the feds the n-gga that serve me

i sat in church and couldn’t testify
i’ll sit in court and do the same sh-t
i’d rather drop you if you dead weight
slow me down with that lame sh-t

that girl told me she didn’t have a n-gga
but i seen you kiss the same b-tch
well sh-t for all i know she’s somebody’s side ho
and somebody’s main b-tch

tried to tell him that he ain’t sh-t
but he so deep it in it he finished
that boy did some quick time and switched up his image
that’s none of my business

that’s none of my people don’t make me no difference
just thought i’d bring some foo sh-t to attention
now back to this chicken, yeah

ten ten ten twenty for the dancers
fifty fifty blue faces with the patna
mixing jolly ranchers at the bottom
it gon’ slow us down but how they gon’ stop us?
how they gon’, yeah

[hook]

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m joe jackson to rats
n-gga it’s your fault if ben is your friend
swear to god i’m gon’ black
i got a mild temper with liquor off hen
i’m zen with the ch-nky eye hotboxin skunk
with my friend it’s a stinky ride
keep the smoke in, it’s gon’ keep me high
right

and if the b-tch ride shotgun in the whip
she be like
she riding, she rolling
she coming down from the ceiling, and roll some more
she breath in, she hold it
coughing, she weezing
which means that it’s potent

hit me with the text sayin’ gas on deck
swear to god i’m a pull up with the mask on flex
if you want when you see me boy that -ss gon’ jet
then i’m on it till that honda run out of gas, wan’ bet?

now that’s beef it ain’t got to that yet
keep thinking i’m playing we gon’ get to that next
i cut around the fat just to get to that neck
and it’s back to the hussle gotta get to that check

jugg jugg jugg finessing fake trappers
sleep good then i wake’n’bake after
these hood n-ggas hate fake rappers
now that’s a whole ‘nother page
in a whole ‘nother chapter

- munna

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