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letra de cream soda (m.i.a.)* - bigbabygucci

lyrics from snippets

[frais]
yeah
ayy

woke up with them racks on me
told that b-tch, “not now, i’m busy”
rich ass n-gga, i’ma stand on business
ain’t one of these rappers, these n-ggas all envious
[?]
hop in that muhf-cka, know i’ma spin it
cream soda, codeine-tinted
all my wock’ keep f-ckin’ my kidneys
get yo’ ho up out the spot
i don’t know why i keep f-ckin’ these b-tches
i don’t even listen to yo’ music
i don’t know why you be lyin’ to n-ggas
pull up and i pop out fye up on these n-ggas
[?]
know my dogs in the vet, they gon’ tommy the n-gga
[?]
[?] this maybach rented
[?] tinted
don’t hit my line ’bout another lil’ [?]
stupid ass n-gga, you know i’m a hitta
these n-ggas be frontin’, thеy move around
tell lil’ [?], he throw mе the packs and let’s get it
this ain’t the regular coupe, i step on the gas, that motherf-cker sound like a animal
i get that sh-t right now, that sh-t that the n-gga need, they never gon’ do it
i bet if you geek up now, none of these n-ggas is ever gon’ f-ck with yo’ music
i seen ya bl!ck on the ground, no, that n-gga never use it
how you winnin’ but you losing?
pull up in it, what the f-ck? n-gga, that’s a [?]
[bigbabygucci]
late night i strike
coolin’ kit with the [?]
body-bagged in the night
hold the glock ’cause the lil’ n-gga’s on sight
b-tch ain’t my type
godd-mn, all these percs i bite
one 10, two fights
spend me a lil’ ten-piece when i like
hundred racks in the hood
countin’ racks in the mud
give that ho three racks and turn her, i gave it back whenever i could
told that ho to get up out the trap, she like it with the thugs
i’m a product of a player baby, yes it’s in my blood
okay, mask out to take the trash out, these n-ggas lame
turn that boy into a lifeless body, he just got a brain
and she keep feelin’ up on my garments, said she wanna know the name of ’em
[?]
arp go d.o.a. and k!ll you and yo’ twinnin’em
[?], you n-ggas not my synonym
i’m in m.i.a. with two bad b-tches, got they friends and them
then i flew back to l.a., i got them pounds like [?]
who the h-ll is carlo? (yeah)

- bigbabygucci

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