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Black Fortune
Black Fortune
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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Black Fortune
Black Fortune
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Rezt
Rezt
Engenharia (mixagem)
Maxx
Maxx
Produção

Letra

Maxx, you should quit producing All of these niggas is frauds She wan' have my baby then leave me But then say it's cheaper to keep her (yeah, it's cheaper to keep her) I got my dog off the leash, I'm toting a golden retriever (a golden retriever) I need a lil' mama mia, lil bitty look just like Selena (lil mama mia) My Rollie got caught in a flood, my wrist on Hurricane Katrina I be in the jungle, I hang with hyenas I ain't going to court, I'm ducking the subpoena I been sipping on Hennessy and margaritas I'ma catch a body and go straight to Korea And my granny tote choppers, I call her Madea Took my gun to the doctor, it got gonorrhea I keep spinning your bend, bitch, I'm a ballerina I been whipping my slime, I got butterfingers Had to trap off the beeper Who the fuck said trap don't work? I get a new bag when the trap phone chirp Standing on the block 'til my backbone hurt If she an opp thot, we gon' backdoor her Tryna ride my wave, let me show you how to surf I get it out the dirt, I'ma profit off the earth If I rockabye baby, then my chopper finna burp My gun a new boy and he gon' show you how to jerk Selling fully automatics, I pray that the police don't raid me My mama gon' work for her kids, my shooters gon' work for a KD I must look green as a green bean, this nigga think he gon' play me Smuggle the work in the car seat, I am not rocking no baby Huh, huh, my first name start with an M, I'm an M&M I ran in two houses a day at the minimum Gotta swallow my pride, it was harder than cinnamon I was broke as shit, I had to sleep in a minivan And my dad in the street, that taught me how to be a man Get hit from the back, she look good, I'ma leave it in And when Blocka died, they put my nigga on CNN And my OG a blood, you can't even say C to him Bitch, I'm off the Henny with a semi in the vert I ain't gotta lift a finger, I can get a nigga murked Chopper longer than a chimney, I can put him in the dirt With his legs in the woods and his face on a shirt My-my-my-my-my-my money gonna make me crazy But I still walk around with a pocket full of racists The plug know me on a first-name basis Nigga, I don't do coke, I let the white girl chase me Nigga, I don't do coke, I let the white girl chase me
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Vincente Tillman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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