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O'er the ramparts we watched Were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare The bombs bursting in air Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (Boaw, baow, baow) I could've lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (Do it instead) 'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (Bitches be feds) I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (Bullets it's fed) I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu) I'm thе demon layin' under your bed (Whеre the money at?) Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (Could flip it and beg) You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (Where the money at?) Huh, like, 'cause I got bills to pay And I got hoes to slay And I got deals to make I'm makin' too much noise, I'm like a swingin' door All these CEOs, what they hittin' me for? All my money good, I don't want no more Matter of fact, let's not talk no more (Grrah) A&Rs sendin' written notes, goin' back and forth, that's like a pinball While I'm kicked back on a little boat, while I'm dolly with a can of Coke (Hahaha) I've been on a different mode Matter of fact, I want a bigger boat Blackball me, I'ma pick and roll Letras de cancionesWhat's two mill'? I want seven more Look, you could be a lawyer or a doctor I picked a different road I'm a rap God, but the goons by my side, I'm in the middle road Sorry, mama, got a bigger goal Need a candy Rolls like I'm Mr. Malone Whole world gon' be singin' my songs I don't do it myself 'cause I'm better than most (Mabu) Shot him in the chest and now he doin' the pledge (Doin' the pledge) I could've lined him up, I'd rather do it instead (Do it instead) 'Cause I don't trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (Bitches be feds) I put trust up in my Glock and all the bullets it's fed (Bullets it's fed) I put trust up in my Glock to make sure everything dead (Mabu) I'm the demon layin' under your bed (Where the money at?) Life's like a panini, you could flip it and beg (Could flip it and beg) You could twist and turn it and burn it, but first comes the bread (Where the money at?) From Letras Mania