lirik lagu moneymade spadey - 24 freestyle
burning on pressure n~gga
so i won’t stretch a n~gga
pack touched down
dats a m~th~f~ckin blessing
taking no losses
look at em like lessons
stacking up pounds
treat my trap like tetris n~gga
weed here n~gga
send yo ass straight too mars
paid five hundred
for a bag full of bars
mashing on da gas
if i see a cop car
jumper like curry
shoot ya ass from a far
shine like a light
and im hotter than a candle
take a n~gga beat
and m~th~f~ckin dismantle
a n~gga keep a sack
so i’m feeling like santa
slapped her on her ass
naw i ain’t got manners
i’m from da kuntry
and b~tch i get money
trampoline trap
kuz dat m~th~f~cka jumpin
most of these n~ggas
really ain’t bout nothing
real trap n~gga
turned nun into sumthing
i just brought a pound
of sum m~th~f~ckin k!lla
real definition
of a f~ckin drug dealеr
mexican plug
meet dat n~gga in a villa
dope game dry
pricеs hi like chinchilla
imma get da pack
then get it gone fast
get the re up
throw da extras
in da stash
stand ten toes
under pressure
don’t fold
learned too get money
in a world so cold
keep my foot
on they muf~ckin neck
chasing a check
yea lil b~tch dats a bet
these n~gga worried
kuz b~tch im a threat
k~m too da trap
yea lil b~tch im a vet
heard n~ggas
talking bout what they gone do to me
i ain’t with the f~ckery
n~gga or foolery
like a mechanic
b~tch i keep a tool on me
bird my extendo
kuz dat b~tch hold 33
jumped in the game
m~th~f~ckn head first
if a n~gga try me
i bet he k~m up dead first
n~gga had change up
his m~th~f~ckin focus
feeling like scarface
ok i’m reloaded
dressed in all black
like a m~th~f~ckin raider
ran up a sack
i’m jus stunting
on my neighbors
i run with sum
jackers and robbers and takers
like w~lly wonka
my weed different flavors
glock nineteen
and it kame wit a lazer
had too switch my drip
got a suit and a blazer
pack got through customs
dat sh~t was amazing
m~th~f~ckin trend setter
n~gga here blazing
coke so white
mane dat sh~t look caucasian
weed so gud
make my eyes look asian
bad b~tch
open da door and she naked
n~gga too real
mane i kant do fake sh~t
sell every gram
till dis m~th~f~cka vacant
gotta get to da bag
on a different hiatus
f~ckin notebook
got a pocket full of paper
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