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ameriqa - sex lyrics

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[текст песни “s+x”]

[verse 1]
this some rock sh+t, just like jay hov
brodie woke up to a smell of a new bankroll (money)
this some fly sh+t, touch the rainbow
getting high up on a plane before we take off

ride or rot sh+t, sh+t my clique know
if its beef we pop out like a polo g song
im the one the wanna be but cannot beat tho’
don’t walk the street without the heat don’t get yo feet cold

ameriqano hot like summer puerto rico, we glow
diamonds dancin’ on me like a freak show, we blow
pounds of that good home grown but illegal, weed hoe
all about that money need a sequal with mе tho’

bad guy in the script like danny trejo, my nеgro
stack dead presidents like f+ckin’ lego, bodega
movin’ h+lla bricks straight from diego to pedro
tell a pr+ck that he can suck my pego

[chorus]
when the guala pile up you gon’ stress less
that’s what poppa said when i was 6
cravin’ for a dollar i’m addicted
having bread better than having s+x
know it’s hard to swallow that we made it
jealousy is one h+ll of a sin
life is now an endless celebration
making cents don’t really make no sense
[verse 2]
pull up in a foreign my automobile roaring
with a bad b+tch that came from california
ain’t sh+t changed but numbers on the board
really made sick waves with wavey now we touring

peep the way that moloko be runnin’ like forrest
hate that you ain’t really gang we ain’t homies
maybach in the driveway if you ain’t noticed
just some back 2 back verses with a ”get the bag” chorus (whoo)

big boy in the bank like b+tch give me the loot
money ain’t a thang when hits come out the roof
what’s the fun in games if you can’t break the rules
what’s the bussdown say? oh yeah the f+ckin’ truth

there are really not no secrets or cheat codes
quarter milli in a week when im on beast mode
zero f+cks bout what you think you not my people
keepin’ up with me like news can be an issue

[chorus]
when the guala pile up you gon’ stress less
that’s what poppa said when i was 6
cravin’ for a dollar i’m addicted
having bread better than having s+x
know it’s hard to swallow that we made it
jealousy is one h+ll of a sin
life is now an endless celebration
making cents don’t really make no sense



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