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moneymarr – bodies dropping كلمات اغاني

[intro: moneymarr & q da fool]
why is everything chrome?
uh, gang
niggas be lyin’, ain’t no bodies droppin’
i keep them bands with me, b-tch, i’m poppin’
rich shoota shit, man, you already know what the fuck goin’ on
money marr
everything is chrome in the future

[chorus: moneymarr]
niggas be lyin’, ain’t no bodies droppin’
i keep a michael draco, that b-tch rockin’
i keep them bands with me, b-tch, i’m poppin’
if the feds get behind me, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t stoppin’ (skrrt)
pull up, hop out, and shoot (bah bah)
ar-15 out the roof
i had to give that lil’ ho b-tch the boot
i ain’t chasin’ no b-tches, i’m chasin’ the loot
b-tch, i’m moneymarr, so you know i bring them racks in
fat b-tt b-tch so i gotta break her back in
walked down, six sticks all in here like a mac-10
these niggas be lyin’, they ain’t gettin’ no packs in
set up the play, i’ma put it in motion
pour up a line of that tech like a potion
nigga, we got them drugs, come from over the ocean
yeah, i’m smokin’ that og, it’s sticky and potent

[verse 1: moneymarr]
i can’t fuck with them boys, they talk on the internet
rap cap, trap cap, b-tch, we ain’t into that
he on his block on the live, yeah, i’m spinnin’ that
he said that his b-tch but he know that i’m hittin’ that

[verse 2: q da fool]
i got my gun everywhere like wifi
we thuggin’ for real, he got shot in his right eye
double c, i spent a bag and i can’t lie
she ate up that d-ck and i gave her a high five
i’m a rich shoota, my bm’ll never do me like cierra did future
i got that ar diamondback, i’m kickin’ and shoot shit
stop flushin’ his whip, hit his honda and loose it
you used to be rich then you turned to a b-m, d-mn
i made a mil’ out of crumbs, b-tch
i’m in the trap spot, deep in the slums
just flyin’ and travel with them lungs
b-tch, i been thuggin’ since yay high
no cut on the work so my junkies, they stay high
i score in the clutch like ai
white hoes on d-ck at the show, tryna say hi

[verse 3: moneymarr]
put the glock to his face, make a fuck nigga say bye
i’m in the trap smokin’ runtz, yeah, i stay high
put that b-tch in chanel, now that b-tch gon’ stay by
spin a bend when it’s night, run it up in the daytime
2019, b-tch, i’m switchin’ the gears
got ice on my neck, put the ice on my ears
yeah, i’m never gon’ change, b-tch, i trap every year
put my foot on the pedal, there go 12 in the mirror
i step in designer, no, we not the same
big gun squad shit, no, this ain’t no game
can’t a rap nigga come on my block, take his chain
stomp him out, beat him up, then we hit at his brain

[outro: moneymarr]
they talk on the internet

- moneymarr

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