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letra de get left - 2gramcam

[intro]
aye, lemme hear dat hoe jeff

[chorus: warhol.ss]
speedy these b-tches get left
ain’t got to tell them get right
you can get hit like a chef
cookin this sh-t like a chef
cookin this sh-t with the tec
bullets came right so hollow
drop to her knees, she swallow
tell me what you don’t know
i be dressed in all black like a crow
this ricky on me when it’s cold
and this dior on me but it’s old
i need vintage chanel for the season
and these n-gg-s saw me, they seizin
i brought out $30k for no reason, no reason, no reason
i do this sh-t for the culture
and these n-gg-s be biting they vultures
f-ck it i switched up the swag
yeah i spent $20k on that tag
and i spent $40k on that bag
but they get extra racks for that vision
and these n-gg-s hate for attention

[verse 1: 2gramcam]
i got the drip like the mob boy
hop in the coupe that a push start
i feel like luke im the d-mn father
hit the trap like a gym gotta go harder
my diamonds aquamarine
i mix the ricky mcqueen
i trap in the hood so i f-ck with the fiends
the gun to your head i might blow out your brains
my migo been calmin me down with those things
trap jumpin lke a mexican [?]
im rockin this gucci my b-tch is celine
id rather go hard i like the finer things
flooded my pinky with them diamond rings
smokin this og im high as a plane
you reach for my chain you must be insane
i just copped the 40 the rollie was plain
can’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, these n-gg-s is lame
go get the bricks and cram them in the range
100 round choppa don’t need no aim
go get the money mother f-ck the fame
step in designer like i’m john wayne
play with me n-gg- i’m bringing the pain
call the dope head when i sell the caine

[verse 2: warhol.ss]
rock the gucci with the ice
mixing up the activist with sprite
sayin like brotha what is the price?
hoe i need thirty thou for the face
ain’t no tellin [?]
kickin back breakin diamond cigars
rollin up the og out the jar
more gelato you know i need flavors
can’t imagine myself on them papers
and my neighbors, yeah they know
i be geekin, that’s fasho
buy canadian goose when it snow
and decided to f-ck with the bowl
remember nights always grippin that pole
might pop me a n-gg-, he fold
and them ops, he do it, he gone
and im rockin this gucci cologne
remember mason all over my clothes
and this fendi gone cover my hoes
them b-tches be doin the most
she get conversation out the most
gone cop you a ticket, just sing, and we go

- 2gramcam

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