letra de gallucci - chris ca$h
[verse 1]
n-gga i’m a talk my sh-t
i’m a pop my sh-t
i’m a pimp with a limp
got a stick in the rear
what’s that in your ear?
baby that’s a chandelier
smell the dank in the air
in and out the atmosphere
love to show you how to ball
just like the cavaliers
and i mean it so sincere
yeah, you gotta persevere
in the charger switching gears
to the right, how i veer
waiting for this sh-t to clear
stay off of the app
told the head don’t interfere
know them n-ggas watching face
they gon’ try to build a case
got gallucci on my case
and a n-gga used to starve
but i still say my grace
she see the look up on my face
she don’t wanna come embrace
i think her heart is misplaced
and them steps you retraced
put you in a good sp-ce
put you in a good place
boy, he jog to the money
n-gga this is not race
what you doing with your life?
n-gga turned to a waste
[hook]
racks, in the safe, in the vault
n-gga we knocking you off
my mama ain’t raise no hoe
and i’m so high, on a different plateau
these n-ggas didn’t want me to grow
got a new bad b-tch in her glo
you n-ggas so sad, y’all n-ggas broke
none of y’all n-ggas want smoke, no starch
[verse 2]
comme des garçons, that’s for your heart
you know a n-gga, my pockets on large
galluci my case, know i’m beating the charge
and i get to the cheese, yeah i’m feeling like farve
my b-tch off a yellow, she popping a bart
we from the hood, all we know is go hard
i’m not a rockstar, my stick a guitar
shoot that boy from afar, it’s not as bizarre
you must sniff that lamar, you not up to par
not on my radar, i hop in the car
i do the dash, digital
really that n-gga don’t wanna get physical
i’m earning residuals
lately i’m getting that backend residual
doing no interviews, no
n-gga i ain’t doing no interview
and she gon’ give me good brain like an institute
and i just macked the whole v like bandicoot
and i’m a go swerve out the lot in a bentley coupe
and he know his numbers they minuscule
and his money way shorter than this interlude
i’m a big dog baby, i need that beneful
know chris cash? yeah he sharper than pencils
i got red lean on me, you know that’s essential
[hook]
racks, in the safe, in the vault
n-gga we knocking you off
my mama ain’t raise no hoe
and i’m so high, on a different plateau
these n-ggas didn’t want me to grow
got a new bad b-tch in her glo
you n-ggas so sad, y’all n-ggas broke
none of y’all n-ggas want smoke, no starch
[outro]
none of y’all n-ggas want smoke, no starch
none of y’all n-ggas want smoke, no starch
want smoke, no starch
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