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letra de girl scout cookies - blanco & nipsey hussle

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
i’m just a n-gga tryna see my cheese
gucci loafs at the bottom of my brb’s
so when i step, the b-tches be like “who is he?”
i be like “nip hussle baby, move with me”
now if i could show you some things that you don’t usually see
we could overlook the city from the sunset sweet
we could float in the pacific off the [?]
motion sickness from the waves, give her pepto b
i act smart, yes y’all, nipsey is the best, y’all
front of the building with a house on my neck, y’all
yes y’all, push block money to the limit
be in them spots till the cops kick offf the hindges
get off my biskits, all about that quick flip
anything i put in it, i get it back with interest
i take care of my business, slauson boy i am this
young n-gga on the road to the riches
and i’m higher than a kite, 24 7 n-gga, that’s my life
bring the hook in

[chorus: nipsey hussle]
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money
b-tch better have my money, b-tch better have my money

[verse 2: dorrough music]
it’s the d o double r!
ticed up, iced up, hoes they be like “damb”
[?] so fresh, [?]
get it in, oh yes, go to sleep, oh no
[?] get it done solo
[?] just me [?]
this ain’t high school, b-tch don’t test me
do it bigger than i ever done it, sh-t let’s see
been throwed in this game, n-ggas can’t catch me
money over everything, business over money though
shining so hard, that they call me mr. sunny glo
y’all n-ggas dead broke, what the f-ck you fronting for?
i’m a straight track star, what the f-ck you running for?
sh-t getting real though, n-ggas want the same life
ain’t sh-t free, n-ggas pay the same price
hoes come, hoes go, most of them the same type
meet a b-tch one day, knock her down the same night

[verse 3: blanco]
one milly, two milly, three milly four
how many millys can i stash in the floor?
five mill, six mill, seven maybe more
i live the life that you cannot aford
i wake up every morning to a joint of the cookies
acting all hard but you look like a sissy
i stay strapped up like a motherf-cking wooky
nd one word describes you motherf-ckers, p-ssy
where’s my motherf-ckin money at?
i’m like a banker holding the money back
and i’m just feeling myself
i treat you like my stepson, hit you with my belt
until they scream “blanco, don’t hit me no more”
i shoot my last b-tch, cause that b-tch was a wh0re
flipped the new b-tch, and this b-tch is a wh0re
i used to be rich, but sh-t i’m kinda poor

- blanco nipsey hussle

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