Destiny Child

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    Griselda by Fashion Rebels
    Ayo

    Even a big gun got a little black hole
    The desk of these record execs probably hold your black soul
    If you sold it, not me, I'm in the driver's seat
    Soul controlling, never talking cheap, my teeth golden
    They use a key to shovel the blow in
    They nose and pay me all of the money they owe me for those
    As far as shit that I compose, it's a picture of my life
    Running roads, certain codes and making thousands off a flip phone
    Keep blickers in my trousers that'll more than chip bones
    I got this shit sewn like Dapper Dan from Queens to Pakistan
    So the cash I got in my stash come from the rapping fans
    The other cheese is undisclosed, low, under clothes
    All these hoes love me 'cause I'm real, you really loving hoes
    There's only one of me, but it's a ton of those
    Off-brand corny niggas thinking they coming close
    My work fire, you could never cut my throat, make the dope somersault
    My MO is moving drugs, smooth scams and some assault
    Everything I ever wrote is crack smoke, nigga

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    Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
    Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
    Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
    I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow)
    Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
    Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
    Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
    I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, ayo (Baow, baow)

    I started from the audience, now honestly, I'm running all this shit
    Nothing forced, them other niggas come across fraudulent
    To get me on a song is gonna cost you two quarter bricks
    I'm fortunate, remember when it was a hundred for the fix
    Prada, two straps on the kicks, laser attached to the blicks
    Back it out and clap, the shit accurate
    Sometimes life and death depends on hesitation, can't be too patient
    Chasing dough, we was catching zoes like immigration
    Had Xans for the patient
    I seen a nigga go from a Percocet to a hypodermic set
    Told him stay away from the fire and then it burned his flesh
    Know the ledge, then you learn to step
    You can't put the two before the one, you dumb, you better come correct
    All I ever needed was a connect

    Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
    Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
    Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
    I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow)
    Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do)
    Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child
    Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here)
    I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round (Baow, baow)

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    Composición: Denny Laflare

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