Hajs/Dough DJ Decks (Ft. Luniz & WSRH)

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[Intro]
Luniz in this motherfucker mate
DJ Decks what's happening boy
Look

[Refren: Luniz]
Rap money, run it up
Tour money, run it up
Merch money, run it up
Trap money, run it up
Ah, just one puff 'bout to fuck you up
Spit crack Num and Yuk like a double-up

[Zwrotka 1: Luniz]
Well it's the motherfucking L-U-N to the I-Z
I be in the Mazi, my bitch the big body
I be hella cocky, wrist rocket, sip saki with hibachi
That boy soy sauce teriyaki
I be in Dubai with the saddest four-wheeler Ducati
On the sand caraven, no Bugatis
I be the M-O-B like John Gotti
Smoke broccoli in 458 the drop Rari niggas
Stop, drop, open up shop, it was a drop
We started from a O in the pot
Then turned thе shit to a record, deal the floor was just hot
Startеd at the bottom, was nowhere to go, but up top
So every track Imma snap on it
We took a break, now we back on it
Can't stop the operation, stack on it
Doing shows overseas, the double back on it
Walls with the plaques on it
Now we got racks on it