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letra de blacked out twice - chuuwee & money montage

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[intro]
hm, mm, mm
let me pour this
yeah
i feel turnt up
ayy

[verse 1]
the vice got me nauseous, i almost lost it
[?] my deposit, she labelling me conscious
my t–th look like a faucet
sorry if i brag, i got paper in my closet
i’m building a new stash and i’m jumping out the ball pit
i’m a new dad
if it’s reggae, we can clash, it’s potato if we mash
you got splashed like a dophin, tryna get her off it
she blowing up my phone like a motherf-cking call center
i’ll send a pack if the money hit my cash app
i’m finna snap, it’s a motherf-cking glad wrap
i’m in the back with the k!llers and the hood rats
i think it’s wack how you hate on what i’m good at
i nevеr threw a attitude whenеver n-ggas made it
i got off my ass and got some paper, let me demonstrate it
i’ll eat a whole ten grams by my d-mn self
i’ll fight seventeen n-ggas with no friends’ help
[chorus]
saw you plotting in my yard, but it’s good now
you wish upon a star that you could, huh?
seventeen grams, oh, god d-mn, you in the woods, huh?
and matter of fact, i wish a n-gga would come
saw you plotting in my yard, but it’s good now
you wish upon a star that you could, huh?
seventeen grams, oh, god d-mn, you in the woods, huh?
and matter of fact, i wish a n-gga would come

[verse 2]
i was giggin’, i was cutting up like hustler (ayy)
five-hundred million on my spotify customers
i talk about achievement ’cause n-ggas don’t believe it
because they don’t achieve it, it’s really, really sad
you need something to believe in, call you when i’m leaving (ayy)
shawty, i’m too busy, let me see if i can squeeze in
all i ever do is get the cheese, i’m like [?]
gotta watch my step because these b-tches be scheming
i had honors class in high school, i’m a g*nius
i rise from the fire and the ash like a phoenix
baby got a pair of white hips like a steam deck
ass so fat, make me wonder how her jeans fit

[chorus]
saw you plotting in my yard, but it’s good now
you wish upon a star that you could, huh?
seventeen grams, oh, god d-mn, you in the woods, huh?
and matter of fact, i wish a n-gga would come
saw you plotting in my yard, but it’s good now
you wish upon a star that you could, huh?
seventeen grams, oh, god d-mn, you in the woods, huh?
and matter of fact, i wish a n-gga would come
i’ll send a pack if the money hit my cash app
i’m finna snap, it’s a motherf-cking glad wrap
i’m in the back with the k!llers and the hood rats
i think it’s wack how you hate on what i’m good at

that’s it

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