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lirik lagu blow money – world tour mafia

[intro: daemoney]
yeah (crackhouse)
mafia (spencer)
crackhouse (who the h*ll is carlo?)
yeah, aye, aye, aye

[verse 1: daemoney]
the benz coke colored, your whole family dope smuggling
n*ggas show money, that ain’t yo money, you don’t blow money
she gave me sloppy top, give her sumn long like 400
wide*body cat, smash the gas and watch the floor rumble
i’m good from the six to the [?]
gallery the joggers in atlanta, just a couple k
keep the doc away so i sip me like a cup a day
run through rap money, used to run through 50 cups a day
[verse 2: wtm solid]
dirty ass n*gga scared of b*tches, make ’em run away
it’ll be a lot of closed caskets, you think ’bout touching game
where was y’all? i was f*cked scr*ping change, tryna make a way
used to hoe me, now you on d*ck, b*tch get out my face
n*ggas better clear this b*tch out quick, i’m coming down the lane
them is not my opps, n*ggas see me, look the other way
yeah, i still be stuffing racks inside my shoe box, n*gga f*ck the bank
remember back when i punched a n*gga out his jewelry, all that sh*t was fake
i know i got a money fetish, i chase that sh*t like everyday
lil n*gga play around one time, we flip that b*tch from every way
they get you in that one room, you gon’ sing like mary j
no rizzy ride with fn’s, he shoot good like devin [?]

[verse 3: wtm milt]
d*mn n*ggas f*cking up they daddy money
she ain’t want me back then now she say she ready for me
if we can’t find that n*gga, do his little brother like he sonny
i got one inside in my pocket, teachers said i was a dummy
i put d*ck all in her tummy, pouring pints at the vault
man these n*ggas k!ll me, acting like they never took a loss
when they locked my brother up, i felt like that sh*t was my fault
i don’t shop at malls but if i do ain’t worried about the cost
how you make it all the way and fold up like [?]
man it’s time to hit the [?] i’m at the [?] gettin’ off
i pour lean for no reason, i ain’t gotta have no cough
man i had to shove my mans, he got lost up in the sauce
you know it’s slam*a*sl*t records, i’m f*cking on her cousin
u can’t find another rafa, b*tch, you a dime a dozen
i do you ass like [?], b*tch, play with my brothers
she give me head whenever i want, she prolly gotta concussion
was at the white way had my turn like pluto at the dungeon
i got needles on me like i’m a motherf*cking junkie
where the f*ck was you when we was on [?] thuggin’?
you ever had a pop that taste good but it’s disgusting?

- world tour mafia

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