Corrección Letra money twerk 3 par Yeat

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(Mingo, haha)
(Oh sh*t, is that filip?)
Err

All our money go up (Err, err)
B*t*h, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y’all goin' out sad as f**k (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin’ outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye (Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried (Yeah, yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun' (Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth? (Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin’?  (Lyin’, lyin')
Yeah, b*t*h, I don’t need no proof (Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of timе (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Roycе truck (Ooh), yeah, swerve (Ooh)
Yeah, none of us give no f**ks (Ooh), you on my nerve (Ooh)
Reach for my chain, then somebody gon' die
Call up my twizzy, that boy gon' slide
Fly with the guys when I'm off the Perc’
They ask, "Where he live?" He live on a shirt
Sip on that Tose', I sip on that dirt
A couple of bands, that b*t*h is gon' twerk
Finna pull out that uzi, lil' vert (Vert)
Hit that b*t*h right where it hurt (It hurt)
Finna spend me a band on a Perc' (F**k it)
F**k that b*t*h then she want Percs (F**k her)
F**k it, go buy me a house (A house)
Finna f**k her friends, then kick em' out (Get 'em gone)
F**k it, then fly to the south
Finna f**k on my old b*t*h now
I made it, I don't know how
Still shippin' packs all around
(Oh sh*t, is that filip?)

All our money go up (Err, err)
B*t*h, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y'all goin' out sad as f**k (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin' outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye (Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried (Yeah, yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun' (Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth? (Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin'?  (Lyin', lyin')
Yeah, b*t*h, I don't need no proof (Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of time (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Royce truck (Ooh), yeah, swerve (Ooh)
Yeah, none of us give no f**ks (Ooh), you on my nerve (Ooh)

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