MONEY OVER BULSHIT | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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[Verse 1:]

My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies

Brrat, cars peel, the east coast cartel

Rats get they tail snapped and trapped

It's snitches in the streets and it's snitches in rap

Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya

Coroner choruses, some from the Bridge to Astoria

Dreams of fallin' in a elevator passin' floors

Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall

I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers

Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up

Sabotagin' my make-up, my watches get laced up

Even if they indited Jacob

Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off

The frivolated shock to ya chest, try to cough

They die and hit Hell from a iron

I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit

Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist

They get sent to ya hotel or made in this shit

Put a barrel in the capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out

You a kid, you don't live what you rap about

Came poetic, too many haters to count

Too much paper to count, QB bitch

[Chorus: x2]

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn

Money over bullshit, pistols over brawlin'

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