letra de 55 m's - caskey
[intro]
(ooh, bi-bighead on the beat)
okay
[chorus]
hoes wanna f-ck me for the clout, tea
but, they never can and they pouty
i’m smokin’, on big gas, got me drowsy
but, no longer sleepin’ in the county
fifty-five m’s in my bank, that’s goals
hatin’ undercover on the kid, get exposed
black and white rolls, black and white all my hoes
she know it’s a blessin’ she get chose
[verse 1]
man, i just went bought a new scale, but it weigh out all the same
got a new hair, kept it [?] like it’s plain, ugh
rappers fakin’ flexin’ for the ‘gram all the same, ugh
how you say you real but you ain’t got no real chains? ugh
i could spot that bullsh-t from a mile away
shorty like the way i smell, that’s a prouder way
i’m b-mpin’ shawty, in the i8, you know i’m straight
y’all was hatin’ in my comments, that’s that time waste
backtrackin’ like you ’bout to drop a song on mysp-ce
i’ma go with my guerillas, that’s that primate
skraight up, me and money on a blind date
you just blind to the money, different mind state
[chorus]
hoes wanna f-ck me for the clout, tea
but, they never can and they pouty
i’m smokin’, on big gas, got me drowsy
but, no longer sleepin’ in the county
fifty-five m’s in my bank, that’s goals
hatin’ undercover on the kid, get exposed
black and white rolls, black and white all my hoes
she know it’s a blessin’ she get chose
[verse 2]
okay, okay, the camera phone turn the traphouse to a p-rno place
in the lamb like my favorite place to fornicate
twenty thou’ in my pocket, that’s a normal day (yeah)
wanna get this sh-t like me, gotta formulate
gucci on my frame and my b-tch got a karrueche frame (fact)
got out of jail, changed my life like i’m gucci mane (fact)
you goin’ broke and your team don’t know who to blame (yeah)
i’m on a harley bike, this ain’t no suzuki thing
okay, look i got no time, i been doin’ c-ke lines
we always on go time, we speedin’ past slow signs
i’m seein’ so much money, i pray that i never go blind
last time i checked, y’all was finished before mine
last time i checked, these i8 doors flyed
up like a b-tterfly, i made the show fly
how you got so much drive and ain’t got no ties?
grippin’ on the money like my hands were both pliers
[chorus]
hoes wanna f-ck me for the clout, tea
but, they never can and they pouty
i’m smokin’, on big gas, got me drowsy
but, no longer sleepin’ in the county
fifty-five m’s in my bank, that’s goals
hatin’ undercover on the kid, get exposed
black and white rolls, black and white all my hoes
she know it’s a blessin’ she get chose (it’s a blessin’ she get chose)
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