moreno loco x kuzza - Wax o G </3

EXPLOTE EP por DAs3IN and Morenoloco55
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BIOQUILOV3

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eemi honey

SMOKA.mp3 ft MORENOLOKO

Grabada en el patio del moreno mas moreno de Izcalli

Morenolokko x Das3iin - Puta No Se (Patio Session)

i Flex VILLAMUERTE X AKAWONDER X MORENOLOKKO (Patio session)

PASTI4ZUL - MORENOLOKKO x VILLAMUERTE x AKA WONDER (prod.tuptopadre)

Take Control (feat. Scoota10K)

$Fakers

[Intro]
Yeah…
Feelin’ like the lights just hit right,
Stacks tall, mindset tight.
They ain’t believe in the grind, now they frontin’ funny —
I’m droppin’ bank like stripper money.
Let’s get it.

[Verse 1]
I remember nights starvin’ with a dollar in my jeans,
Now I’m steppin’ in the club, pockets burstin’ at the seams.
Used to pray for peace, now I pay for the peace,
Everything I got now, man, I earned that piece.
They said I’d never shine — I said bet that,
Now I’m rainin’ racks down, can’t forget that.
Every bill I throw got a story in its ink,
That’s pain turned paper, now pour me a drink.

Big lights, smoke haze, beats hitin’ heavy,
Shorty dancin’ on the pole, yeah, she movin’ steady.
But I ain’t there for the lust, I’m here for the feel,
To see what freedom tastes like when you grind for real.
‘Cause I been through hell and I fought them scars,
Now I’m glowin’ in the dark like a million stars.
So when I drop them racks, it ain’t sin or shame,
It’s me praisin’ my hustle, rememberin’ my name.

[Chorus]
Droppin’ bank like stripper money, watch it fall slow,
Every stack I toss got a piece of my soul.
From the trap to the top, yeah, I made my lane,
Now I throw what I earn ‘cause I conquered the pain.
Droppin’ bank like stripper money, feel the bass hit,
This is self-made glory, yeah, I built this shit.
They can hate, they can talk, they can throw their shade,
But I’m droppin’ bank ‘cause I made what I prayed.

[Verse 2]
Came from ramen nights, turned it to caviar dreams,
Now I’m watchin’ cash rain like movie scenes.
Got a vision too clean, no cloud in my sight,
Every loss was a spark that lit this light.
They laughed when I said I’d build my throne,
Now I’m sippin’ champagne off my phone.
I don’t chase no love that won’t chase me back,
I chase my peace, my bag, my stack.

She lookin’ in my eyes like she feel my grind,
Said, “You different, baby, got that power in your mind.”
I told her, “I don’t chase fame, I chase respect,”
And when I drop a band, it’s a checkmate flex.
I ain’t throwin’ bills ‘cause I’m shallow or fake,
I’m throwin’ my past that I had to break.
‘Cause this ain’t about lust — it’s about relief,
‘Bout makin’ it outta pain and disbelief.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
This ain’t no fantasy, this that earned type,
That "made it through the dark, now the world bright" type.
I seen snakes in the grass, lovers in disguise,
But I stayed solid, no compromise.
So yeah, I’m droppin’ money while she moves to the beat,
‘Cause every bill’s a lesson, every loss complete.
I ain’t payin’ for the show — I’m payin’ respect,
To the man in the mirror that they all neglect.

They said I’d fall, said I’d fade away,
But I’m throwin’ blessings like I’m here to stay.
You can’t break a spirit that already broke,
Now I’m laughin’ in the smoke while the champagne soak.

[Verse 3]
Now I’m rollin’ in a Benz with the seats reclined,
Leather smell rich, but the peace divine.
Got the shorty on my line sayin’, “Where you been?”
I been stackin’ up racks, gettin’ right within.
No fake love, no weak ties, I’m pure grind,
If you ain’t with the hustle, you can’t match my mind.
She said, “You cold,” I said, “Nah, I’m calm,
I just learned my worth, I just healed my scars.”

I’m the storm and the peace, the sinner and saint,
Built an empire from the dirt and pain.
Now when I throw cash, it’s my war cry loud,
‘Cause I beat the odds they said weren’t allowed.
It’s not vanity — it’s survival in style,
Every dollar I toss been earned with trial.
You can feel my truth when the money fly free,
‘Cause I ain’t flexin’ for them — I’m celebratin’ me.

[Final Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah…
You can see the lights, but you don’t know the nights.
You can see the cash, but not the fight.
I ain’t throwin’ bills for fame or show,
I’m throwin’ ‘em ‘cause I let that old me go.
Droppin’ bank like stripper money…
It’s more than flex — it’s freedom.

eemi honey

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