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letra de can't get enough - 350heem

can’t get enough lyrics
[intro: 350heem]
(foreverolling)
look

[chorus: 350heem & ceo trayle]
ayy, they didn’t show no love when i was comin’ up
now she wanna f-ck ’cause she done seen i ran my money up
run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a tonka truck
fell in love with that, now, babygirl, i just can’t get enough
i was switchin’ kitchens, make a b-tch come do my dishes
runnin’ up the digits, i can hear his plain tickin’
oh, i switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken
big boss c4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin’

[verse 1: 350heem]
look, i just been addin’ up, ’cause i was broke, i had enough
i done got my baggage up, now b-tches wanna back it up
tell me why they mad at us, ’cause they know ain’t no passin’ us
i gеt a check and stack it up, send shots at n-ggas actin’ tough
n-ggas be hatin’ for nothin’ ‘causе i be stuntin’, better go get you some money
i gotta keep it one hundred, i don’t do no frontin’, you already know how i’m comin’
and no, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, i be with the shooters and all of my n-ggas, they gunnin’
nothin’ out of somethin’, i used to be broke, now i’m wrappin’ that paper like mummy
we get it in and it’s a winnin’ circle, you cannot get in
f-ck a friend and i’m a florida boy, so b-tch, don’t call me twin
i started countin’ at eleven just because i don’t pretend
and if we miss, we spin again, i see through n-ggas like a lense
[chorus: 350heem & ceo trayle]
ayy, they didn’t show no love when i was comin’ up
now she wanna f-ck ’cause she done seen i ran my money up
run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a tonka truck
fell in love with that, now, babygirl, i just can’t get enough
i was switchin’ kitchens, make a b-tch come do my dishes
runnin’ up the digits, i can hear his plain tickin’
oh, i switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken
big boss c4 the mobster, the bomb still tickin’

[verse 2: ceo trayle]
we was stealin’ cars and crashin’ it
told baby come here and put her big ol’ ass on me
f-cked her, then i bought a benz, she out the acura
this sh-t ain’t cheap, i’m taxin’ you, backdoor spin back, i’m jackin’ you
bad lil’ b-tch, relax with her
amiri ‘fit, i skated up
i took a brick and weighed it up
my b-tch don’t slip, she waitin’ up
big backdoor 3, you wakin’ up
my b-tch go deep, i straighten her
that chopper get to chasin’ you
and tell these n-ggas don’t play with us
that yellow bar my favorite bus
i got a couple screws missin’
i walked in and grabbed my pencil
i walked back out, his b-tch was missin’
in the kitchen whippin’
a monster on these b-tches
backdoor just grant that b-tch three wishes
and then i’m gone, i’m back to kickin’, 4
[chorus: 350heem & ceo trayle]
ayy, they didn’t show no love when i was comin’ up
now she wanna f-ck ’cause she done seen i ran my money up
run up all these bucks, my pockets big just like a tonka truck
fell in love with that, now, babygirl, i just can’t get enough
i was switchin’ kitchens, make a b-tch come do my dishes
runnin’ up the digits, i can hear his plain tickin’
oh, i switched it for the lobster, used to do the chicken
sent a message through a pigeon, brung him back, his head was missin’

- 350heem

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