Luyện nghe bài hát Money Bags Freestyle (Dean Blunt Meditation)

Is this guy
Is this guy or what?

Twenty bands, twenty bands, bands
Twenty bands, bands, twenty bands
bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, bands, twenty bands
Let it out, let it out, let it out

I foresee the jealousy all in your for sure
Sure, they don't to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I'm by the beach, sand all on the
By the seat, the time we meet, we'll leave em' by the
Sure, pop a bean em' to sleep sheets of my decor
With privacy, she grind on me and on my rapport, whore
Drama by the front door, pushing out the door
Trapping out the bando, leave em' by the trap
Money bags, money
Ten bands, ten bands, ten (ten bands)
Drop the babies in the car seat, must be the
Tap on your boussie, Cartier
Car keys to the and Courtier
up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down,
Damn right, right
The nigga who your like, sound like
Demons up my focus
Head vultures, precious death, rows
Pockets full of folks
Prada full of dead roaches
And cud I stepped on
Waiting for her to get
On the same place, dead bodies get on
But niggas get slept on
Broke get flexed on
I wish she had less on
I might fuck her with a on
Scratching on me with her on
We ain't til' the next song
song, next song, next song

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Ten bands, ten
Money bags, bags
Money bags, bags
Ten bands, ten
Ten bands, ten
Owens on me look like Dom Pér
St. on me, I don't wear Vans