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triple seis - scared money كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: triple seis]
yo, this is one rule that you seem to lack
that’s why your dawg gon’ turn on you and bite you back?
who write your rap? who gon’ write you the track?
who hyped you, n_gga? give up the mic you at
you need to quit thе game, head straight for the showеrs
we ain’t never been the same, can’t relate with a coward
like n_ggas trying to blow with a flow that’s ours
like n_ggas with no dough aiming at power
there’s no such thing, either we rap, we gon’ sing
either you pac and give up the bling
i know it’s short, i know it ain’t yours
and the lifestyle and your flow, i know it ain’t yours
we get fouled over dough, it turn into chores
live the code of the streets, n_gga, f_ck the lord
as a young kid, i said i’ll end up doing labor
and some hard_headed n_ggas that see you later
[verse 2: t.u.d.]
my heart’s filled with hate, my pockets filled with lent
my gun be going ape gorilla, you just a chimp
so handle that, you ain’t a thug, you a fan of rap
what you know about razors than to place a sandwich wrap
residue in your nails, p.o. hand you a bell for that
runnin’ from violation, avoiding where the cameras at
stay in grimy spots, stay c_cking your hammer back
like jordan, you wanna ball, just need to get your handle bat
call your old connects, cook it, make it stretch
as long as you know when you borrow, you make debts
no one takes a check, straight up cash
hit the strip, flip that sh_t, make up half
lay low to the night shift, break up in bag
and hit the strip again, n_gga, and wake up the ave
stacks on cash for a rainy day, buy another gat
put some money away for bail in case you going back

[chorus: triple seis & t.u.d.]
scared money don’t make loot
scared n_gga won’t dare shoot
i ain’t scared, i’m from a rare route
we play hard skin, twenty_one gun salute
slave smarts get a street thug out of the loot
scared money don’t make money
you scared, n_gga, yeah, you fake money
i ain’t scared, i fell in love with the money
this here is a thug for the money
i’m a dog who’s gon’ brawl and fall with all his money
[verse 3: triple seis]
they say you a gangsta, make me a believer
think you a prankster and a non_achiever
wanna f_ck with this rap game, i think you should leave her
don’t go to the crack game, you ain’t good with that either
just close shop, we open up to make your show stop
looks like you’re on your way down like a nose drop
after the crash landin’, i’m the last standin’
ain’t no clownin’ around, we want this cash
dammit, no work, no pay, no work, no play
i’m hungry and i’m at my worst days
if they come for me, baby, supply some first aid
they gon’ come for me, look at my eyes, i’m thirsty
bx to harlem, read up with no problems
but, god, where i was heading, didn’t care for the stardom
i ain’t gon’ sweat it, n0body care for my problems
this rap sh_t is ahead of it, god bless the baby mamas

[verse 4: t.u.d.]
y’all n_ggas got me mad, i come through with a glock in
a hockey mask and clear the face of your block like an oxi pass
i spit it c_cky for that, the majority of these n_ggas rap
and it’s obviously f_gs, horribly s_d_st, it’s trash
you need a fork for the beef you bought
and your rhymes is like i was in therapy, all talk
gotta crawl before you walk, f_ckin’ with t
i make you crawl, blow your thoughts all over the wall
f_ck poppin’ a cork, i pop a cannon on the block
you stand and k!ll you and your men
leave your hood condemned in the banted
give me a skin and tan and i’m tortured
alone in this world like an orphan, run in your wig
and shut your eyelids, handle it on your coffin
i told you f_cking f_ggots if you try, you lose
once in the temple, you thirty, learning to tie your shoes
look, get dumb_founded, lookin’ for trouble, you done found it
i’m like mike, most of my fights, one round it
[chorus: triple seis & t.u.d.]
scared money don’t make loot
scared n_gga won’t dare shoot
i ain’t scared, i’m from a rare route
we play hard skin, twenty_one gun salute
slave smarts get a street thug out of the loot
scared money don’t make money
you scared, n_gga, yeah, you fake money
i ain’t scared, i fell in love with the money
this here is a thug for the money
i’m a dog who’s gon’ brawl and fall with all his money

- triple seis

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