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black tents - young scooter & cartel mgm lyrics

[intro: young scooter]
yeah
all black tents, n*gga
black shades, you can’t see my eyes no more
tired of looking at y’all broke ass n*ggas

[chorus: young scooter]
black shades, right behind black tents
riding through your hood like the president (obama)
six lack trucks filled with mexicans
walking in my house, i’m stepping on bricks
the streets election, young scooter, he the president (hood)
cartel with me, n*gga, that’s mo’ bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a l!ck (d*mn, son, where’d you find this?)
i get ’em on my face [?]

[verse 1: young scooter]
all them bricks [?] compete with me
how you did that sh*t and still on the streets?
n*gga, i’m the streets, i know how it bе
i don’t got no police n*ggas around me
all black tents, bullеtproof seats
briefcases full, two mill a piece
all black raybands, you ain’t seeing me
plus i’m the weight man, i got it super cheep
plus i’m riding through your hood like the president
six lack trucks, that mean the pack in
i’m walking in the spot, stepping on bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a l!ck
[chorus: young scooter]
black shades, right behind black tents
riding through your hood like the president (obama)
six lack trucks filled with mexicans
walking in my house, i’m stepping on bricks
the streets election, young scooter, he the president
cartel with me, n*gga, that’s mo’ bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a l!ck
i get ’em on my face [?]

[verse 2: cartel mgm]
i walk on bricks, i sit on bails
i supply the work, that you will sell
you ain’t touching bails, you living in a fairytale
packs of kush, my b*tch love the smell
before cartel mgm, the [?] president
i would open all boarders, we could get it in (d*mn, son)
white house rooms up in [?]
all black tie, ho, ak at the window
you need a hundred thou just to talk to me
hired a hundred shooters, you ain’t touching me (nope)
at the table of bosses, we talking cash
pounds of ice, box of white and mo bags

[chorus: young scooter]
black shades, right behind black tents
riding through your hood like the president (obama)
six lack trucks filled with mexicans
walking in my house, i’m stepping on bricks
the streets election, young scooter, he the president
cartel with me, n*gga, that’s mo’ bricks
[?] with me, ready to hit a l!ck
i get ’em on my face [?]

- young scooter cartel mgm lyrics

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