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letra de fenti & fendi - chuuwee, rich icy

chorus:
she wear gucci and givenchy
she spilled liquor in my benz
they still trippin off my guest list
i hope all of us get in
i got several ways to get it
so it’s always coming in
if they escort or they strippin
i bet all of us be friends

hold up
roll up
count up
smoke up
hold up
you don’t know us
please do not approach us
all my clothes are onyx
never been to strokers
we ball out at boomer’s
my b-tch ghetto oprah

verse 1:
she like gucci she like louis
she wear prada she got bali
we smoke ganja in the alley
we might f-ck in her denali
ever since she move to cali
she spend digits at the sally
she like burger shake and fries ‘kay
think my b-tch is rally
she like b-tches when she found me
she told iron, robert downey
she move pounds
paypal go off every hour
love that sound
she so down
she might take this trip and move this side of town
hit rodeo and she homework bound
she can’t go out of style
stock her closet up this sh-t is wild
she came right out of style
baby smile
mix her fenti with her fendi when she out
she blew loud like my speaker pop
i recognize the sound
she said n-ggas treat her fine
i treat her queen she need a crown
she gon’ smoke me out
hold me down whenever she in town
she bring money and she count out loud
she ain’t holdin out
she said “if you know about me
you should know how i get down”
she so bout it
bout if you don’t know i love you know it now

hold up
roll up
count up
smoke up
hold up
you don’t know us
please do not approach us
all my clothes are onyx
never been to strokers
we ball out at boomer’s
my b-tch ghetto oprah

verse 2:
we still showin out
we still holding hands and going out
she still totin clout
she still rollin weed and smokin out
i’m still pouring up like i don’t know enough
but i don’t show it much
she tote a gun she might hold you up
no she don’t show it much
hold it down i let you hold a pound
i ain’t gon’ hold you up
adjust your speed as long as you around
i ain’t gon’ slow you down
smoke you out
know i’m smoking loud
there ain’t no joke about
i’m holding now i got my sh-t together
and we’re golden now

hold up
roll up
count up
smoke up
hold up
you don’t know us
please do not approach us
all my clothes are onyx
never been to strokers
we ball out at boomer’s
my b-tch ghetto oprah

hold up

chuuwee:
why you always trying to take my money?

girl:
you got it

chuuwee:
you got it too!

girl:
yeah but i wanna spend your money

chuuwee:
but you got more money than me!

girl:
so?

chuuwee:
you got rap money like guaranteed, weekly. my rap money be so-so

girl:
but i wanna spend yours. spending your money feels better

chuuwee:
you bullsh-ttin’ because of the voice recorder

girl:
-laughs-

chuuwee:
b-tch crazy

- chuuwee rich icy

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