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lirik lagu chase fetti - one more sale

[intro: chase fetti]
these n~ggas know me, man, we the ones pushin’ the f~ckin’ culture, n~gga, castro, what up, buz, n~ggas know you can’t f~ck wit’ me, most valuable players

[verse 1: chase fetti]
uh, look, stay away from me with sucka talk, you f~ckin’ soft
typin’ like you winnin’ but be uninvolved (f~ck outta here)
had the homies raid the brib and, k!ll everybody, white? son? and doggy?
don’t touch a thing, we ain’t comin’ raw (naw)
i tell the homies bum out, you gon’ see a hunned chains, and a hunned cars (facts)
couple cards up my sleeve i’m, gamblin’ with the f~ckin’ charge (hahaha)
i bubble hard, good work, it’s never froth (never)
my n~gga swing that rock around like rucker park (y’all know me)
it’s a lay up, get thе bricks and soufflé ’em
when baggin’, we was on thе corner, pm to the am (for real)
my hitter got a vic, he only go if i okay him (brr)
soon as i give him the green, he gon’ shoot it like he tatum
i k!ll ’em that’s verbatim, all that playin’ that’s for sega
pull a mask and turn to vega, seein’ juks as elevators on ’em (lemme get that, n~gga)
n~gga, i never hated on ’em, sh~t, my fool waited on ’em
now i got the ball, i’m goin brazy on ’em

[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh~t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b~tch
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, i hustled around the clock, i never stopped and take a day off (nah)
i need millions like mayweather or bernie madoff (that money, n~gga)
i made a way with a hunned forty for a 8~ball
the sh~t you can pop smoke, shooters snort yo’ face off
went from nicolas in the cage, to felony on the page
to a paid celebrity on the stage (haha)
thought about equity, when i was sellin’ ecstasy and haze
as the pac~man, from tryna navigate my way through the maze (uhuh)
couldn’t afford the time ways ’cause crime pays
i probably read up a thousand times, go all out for mine
i only build with alpha mines, i don’t debate with the baiters (nah)
cop the yayo and we cook it in the alkaline
before rap, we was sellin’ horse like the ralph design
cuddy got knocked off, i had to re~route the grind
now i shine, i got diamonds in this mouth of mine
a 40 with the laser beam and a pocket 9

[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh~t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b~tch

[verse 3: boldy james]
base is loaded, i’m the babe ruth it if i’m under bay (ching)
swing ’bout it ’bout it, swing, swing it like a lumberjack (yeah)
bricky stamp, with a bumbersuit with the bloodclot
brickman on campus, i’m the new chubb rock (block work)
cut it in the bambage, band~aids in my ksubi jeans (yeah)
rosy perrier? suited bezzle, face of a beauty queen (27)
he tried to tell him take a plea then but he came muted (uh)
hope he get assigned a cell next to me in the same unit (grr)
you n~ggas got it out from me ’cause they (?) movies (uhuh)
soon as they let my n~ggas out the clink, we gettin’ straight to it (go get that check)
real v’s know these ain’t cubans (real (?))
i mix the ysl with the lv, call me st. louis (it’s the jackson)
face cryin’ like i’m gambit
been gone a month straight, old t~~ther? like i’m stranded (it’s on)
you home alone, invade yo’ speed weed to sticky bandits
it’s the jackgod, the streets know me for tricky dancin’
go eat yo’ moves
[chorus: mikee mula] x2
twenty eight grams in a zip
hunned more pounds for the flip
45 slammer in the whip
sh~t, twelve on the strip
couple more sales and i’m rich, b~tch

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