Letra de Diana Ross 2 - Struggle Mike & Black Soprano Family

(Feat. Black Soprano Family, Duffel Bag Hottie, Loveboat Luciano)

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (If they 250 I tag 'em, my nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (We flyer)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, my nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off (Doo doo doo doo)

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (You know we ain't servin' 'em raw here, nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (Facts)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off

I bought me some way 'cause I was born to ball (Born to ball on you, man)

I bought you some work and you ignored my call (Broke ass nigga)

Where I'm from they blow your brains and then they drop you off (Boom)

When bitches see you pull up in that Benz, they wanna tap you off (They wanna tap you off when you gettin' money)

The plug he talkin' good, I told him drop it off (Drop it off then, my nigga)

We ain't have to bring it too, we ripped his pockets off (Pussy ass nigga)

In the kitchen over a stove, I'm watchin' block dissolve (Facts)

Some niggas stole somethin' off my load, I'm lettin' choppers off (Why you take that shit, my nigga?)

This nigga scared to tote his pole, this nigga cotton ball (Bitch ass nigga)

When they get me in my zone, I get to poppin' off (Facts)

Do a shootin' with the drone then play it back tomorrow (Doo doo doo doo doo)

All they seein' was some fire in a black guitar (Facts)

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (If they 250 I'll tag 'em, my nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (We flyer)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, my nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off (Doo doo doo doo)

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (You know we ain't servin' 'em raw here, nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (Facts)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off

I'm the one they call for backup

I ain't cool with you dudes (Naw)

Don't be rude, don't you slap him (Uh-huh)

For his shoes, yeah, they taxes but I'm cool (Yeah)

With some Maxes (facts), and the views

Yeah, they ask us how we move, so spectacular (Yeah)

I'm amused at you bastards (Haha)

I laugh at 'em (Come on, man)

Boy, be careful who you jab after

This'll be your last chapter (Really)

Boy, don't turn me to The Madd Rapper

I pull the whip, and hit the dash after (Skrr)

Smokin' zips and gas platinum

I'm with yo' bitch gettin' mad slappers

I be what I become (Uh-huh)

It's no money, no speak 'em (Naw)

40 out foreign he tweakin' (Yeah)

Girl sniffin' raw at the Beacon

Got no remorse if she freakin' (Huh?)

Praise the Lord what I'm preachin'

I'm just ignorin' my demons

Sometimes I go off the deep end

Chillin' with hoes on a weekend

It got old, so I be chillin' at home with my bitch (Yeah)

The opps told, I had a feelin' y'all niggas is snitch (Pussy)

Now I know, gotta be careful, they wantin' me pinch

This shit cold, it ain't makin' no sense

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (If they 250 I'll tag 'em, my nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (We flyer)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, my nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off (Doo doo doo doo)

Bricks come with the stamps but we don't serve 'em raw (You know we ain't servin' 'em raw here, nigga)

Bitch all in my stick code, it's Diana Ross (Facts)

When we talkin' money, turn them cameras off (Turn them cameras off, nigga)

If it's 'bout my money, let them flammers off

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