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weekend money - guatemala lyrics

ne$$:

check it
flannel plaid, ripped jeans & a pair of white stan smith’s clean/
(i’m) talkin’ clean clean
feelin’ like a million dollars, take a fl!ck-a-yeah we in guatemala

verse 1:
haters got hate for me
uncle sam got a cage for me
“ne$$ you got a eighth for me?”
yeah baby, yeah baby wait for me
d-mn baby, cakin’ like pastery
trapped in it, trapped with it
plastic bag on ya head, body bag with ya -ss in it
mobbin’ in wranglers
rockaway beach got 2 jawns from los angeles
yeah we brought sand with us
they brought weed, they got wax, f-cked around made some sandwiches
both of them anarchist
talkin’ all p-ssionate
all ’bout dallas sh-t
background that panda sh-t (panda, panda)
every election year propaganda
top off and everything sun tanning
that ‘pac chain gold ak banana clip

chorus:
guatemala
guatemala
guatemala
(repeat)

verse 2:
dyin on these streets & i ain’t even tryna be morbid
look at what these d-mn camera phones did
you see it
oh now see it
try to told ya suckas
but now you see it
outrage outrage
another young brother hit
if it ain’t that it’s that isis or that other sh-t
n-gga f-ck government
front page canidate on stage with some mothers of the brothers hit
waitin on the mothership
mama said jesus coming
it’s going down like a wh0r- in a alley
mama said jesus coming
it’s going down like a wh0r- in a alley & her knees is bl–dy (what n-gga)

chorus:
guatemala
guatemala
guatemala
(repeat)

verse 3:
guwop outta jail
trump got these crackers talkin crazy
murder rates lookin like we in the 80’s
kitted up mercedes
baby wippin wavy like the navy
she so supercalafragalisticated

chorus:
guatemala
guatemala
guatemala
(repeat)

ad lib:
sh-t gon’ get worse before it gets better but our future bright

outro verse:
21st century blues
news always bad news
tear drop & tattoos
emergency room packed , packed pews
iman wash hands wuduh
you can count the murder by minutes
bars ’bout the crime wave surfin’ on de riddim
i don’t know what you did this last summer
me i spent it burying couple of my n-ggas
when we die where we go god?
saying goodbye be like so hard
there’s a war going on & we soldiers
drug war, cold war, iraq war, ask amar

- weekend money lyrics

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