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• Artiste: 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
• Titre: MiNt cHoCoLaTe
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(1, 2) (1, 2, 3, 4) Ay yo, ay yo Ay yo, my shooter hitting everything Rollin off the wet (ah) Stressing in that cell used to have to call collect Now tassels on the Celine leathers I'm on a jet I'm a land on the Rec yo steal sly out that stretch 320 a month laps around the sun My shooter hummin ain't no sunshine Loading up a drum (mmhmm) Everybody father Coke in a agua (ah) Had to lay low I had a bitch in Cheektowaga (ah) At minimum I had 50 soups in the locker (ah) Touch mine stab you off adrenaline proper I'm from the east side of hell Where the devil way dolce The Mac clip don't stop Marni slippers all bozy In the law library you should've heard black told me Worthy pack ya shit up Pulled off in a rosey Thank God God chose me The baddest bitch you ever seen Told her don't touch the pony (Super fly guy) Look, look, ah Pirates vision kitchen wet I was whippin' got my wrists is like I won the strongest man competition Send the roadie on the slider mission All my oppositions they talk to talk but they was not convincing 30 shots of ransom Just looked at my account so more direct deposits hit it Got my richest still in my prime but I just had the optimistic I had some setbacks, but I remained optimistic I'm out the trenches, hot pockets, mystics Now it's lobster dishes (talk to em) I nobody and these beats is what you know me for All gold, crazy, but I got minds out the rolly store Why you think the junkies always shooting like they Kobe for (ah) Dope too strong, why you think they always OD for (woo) I gave 'em a style, gave 'em a lane, that's what they owe me for (ah) Put some homies on and gratitude, they ain't show me at all (fuck them niggas though bro) Celine tote for my bra, Margiela coat and a fox Scatter brain, open the jar, y'all niggas know who to go Shit, bitch