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rome streetz & stack moolah - brick lesnar كلمات أغنية

my name ring ’cause i clapped the deputy and headshot the sheriff
that’s the plot, my mind is locked on a pot of treasure
i need the guap before i ever chase a thot for pleasure
big knots in my pocket, brolic like brock lesnar
you n_ggas rap in a group, cool, you get popped together
gunpowder on my sweater when i shot berettas
drugs under my nails, dirty scale that i use to measure
materials that melt they mind and they ask for еxtra
leave with some cokе and a smile and a e for effort
a bundle of joy, oh boy, these the perks of flexin’
and finessin’ like pyramid schemes
streets real slimy, get left red if you green
sent to the afterlife at the traffic light
all you heard was a blast and a flash of white when he clapped the pipe
brains splash all over the dash fast, and that’s your life
f_ck all that, y’all still ain’t rappin’ right
y’all fools know my grooves been smooth like yak with ice
there ain’t no rules, they can’t find you, they whack your wife
gamblin’, if that’s your vice, bring your gat to dice
[?] cost a price, you pay with your life
it ain’t always lucrative
and far_fetched to find out a smart n_gga died over stupid sh_t
pushin’ soft [?], was taught to respect ruthlessness
flip a dollar and [?], new york tutelage
my life like a motion picture minus the movie script
your b_tch quote my scripture and m_st_rbate, i’m too legit
give a f_ck who you is

- rome streetz stack moolah

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