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shredgang mone & big money rich - in the lab كلمات أغنية

[intro: shredgang mone]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(byekyle)
it’s the biggest shred (shred, shred, shred)
(d_mn, jakesand, shred, shred, shred, shred)

[verse 1: shredgang mone]
the drac’ like a trumpet, get to shootin’ it in public (yeah)
he don’t like me? we robbed him or he a sucker (shred, shred)
think that i’m a barber, i get active with them cutters (uh_huh)
i’ma keep gettin’ money long as packages keep comin’ in
my bag got a dub at the crib, another fifty (yeah)
if i go in the stash, a n_gga gotta go missing (gotta go missing)
always the tough n_gga who ain’t got a pot to p_ss in (broke ass)
hit him with a hitstick, sеnd him with the fishes
they forgot who i am, i gotta stay in my bag
until wе get the ones we want, we gon’ stay on they ass (come here)
get to biddin’ on these n_ggas like i’m makin’ a bet (yeah)
and the draco got wood like i play for the mets
play with a bet, then you might just get a shot in the face
hit him with switchy, it’s lookin’ like he joggin’ in place (yeah)
n_ggas don’t never see me, they don’t walk in the bank
after i make this one move, i got a dollar to play, the biggest shred

[verse 2: big money rich]
ayy, money so straight, it’s like it’s out of the bank
just got fronted, i don’t know how much powder she gave me
ayy, a run like this, i thank god ’cause i’m grateful (thank god)
white only in this b_tch like the trap house is racial
ayy, when the tables turn, you gotta turn ’em again
he don’t like me ’cause of my brother, stepped on one of his mans
he was a shark, but that headtap took all of his fins
i ain’t gon’ lie, he was alive, bro would’ve done it again
how the f_ck you be wearin’ all your jewelry ’round the robbers?
if we see you n_ggas out, we start droolin’ with saliva
knowin’ that we ’bout to eat off you moolies like you pasta
knowin’ that you n_ggas sweet like syrup on a pop_tart
[verse 3: mjpaid]
run it up to spend it on a b_tch, n_ggas not smart
exotic pop, finna fill it up with wockhardt
tones, he’d put that b_tch in park, we see an opp cart
i can see them m’s comin’ soon, that sh_t not far
last n_gga played with the gang, he in god arms
only young b_tch is straight, we eat cop cars
peepin’ all the cap in your rap, that sh_t not hard
i’ll paint pastas ’round pop_up, look like pop art, n_gga
been a real n_gga from the start
i don’t gotta pay for sh_t, it ain’t sh_t to clear a cart
i done gave n_ggas time, b_tch, the whole year ours
where the f_ck paid? i be blowed, near mars

[verse 4: fordio]
rolled up to a play, i guess them juggs is my alarm
he ain’t made no money all year, is that hard?
i gotta get it, don’t know why the f_ck they’d rather starve
grab a pop and tint it, mama say it’s gonna do me harm
i’m ballin’ for my n_ggas on the yard
i’m trippin’, i done wiped another card
then poured a three of quag’, dirt was feelin’ parched
came a long way from juggin’ n_ggas, clearin’ carts
mj walked in ysl with chrome hearts
f_ck i need you ’round if you can’t even play your part?
i done stuck my hand in every field, check the charts
would you believe it’s stup off a hundred giffies in the cart?

- shredgang mone big money rich

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