letra de spent so much money on clothes - desire (rapper)
[verse 1: lil playah]
spent so much money on clothes, it don’t make no sense (it don’t make no sense)
freak ho just gave me brain, she so intelligent, yeah
these n-ggas be talking that sh-t, be so irrelevant
they mad they broke as f-ck, my pockets elephant, yeah
i gotta stay on the grind, no matter what i’ma shine (shine)
got two hoes on my side, i can’t even decide (yo)
they better stop that lying, wе gon’ leave they mama crying (crying)
might pop out, you know i got on that numbеr (n)ine (that number (n)ine)
when you pop out, he know it might be a homicide (might be a homicide)
he wanna show out, we bring the glocks out, i hope you ready to die (i hope you ready to die)
my n-ggas really on shooting sh-t (grrah), f-ck all that being cool and sh-t (cool, sh-t)
bullets flying, don’t care who it is (yeah), i hang with the n-ggas who do that sh-t, yeah
you need me, i don’t need you, b-tch
that p-ssy not gon’ get me rich (yeah, uh)
pu-pull out ten racks just to flex on a b-tch
last time i was broke, i don’t remember that sh-t (yeah)
i just spent a dub and that’s only on the kicks
we-we not playing pool, but we known to keep some sticks
i’m a fashion k!lla, get complementing on my fits
you watching everything i do, can you please get off my d-ck?
uh, my b-tch in chanel and i be in that prada, b-tch (yeah), you know i’m fly as h-ll (yeah)
when i’m hitting from the back, i pull her hair and make her yell
they be copying the swag, they don’t think that i can tell, uh-huh
[verse 2: desire]
i’m from the hood and he from the ‘burbs
uh, i just be sipping on syrup
arp 7.62 going berserk (going berserk)
gon’ spit you right into the dirt
you n-ggas p-ssies, i pop ’em, they got murked
cdg, it’s a heart on my shirt
yeah, i got me some prada (got me some prada)
and lil’ b-tch i got on some ‘venchy (got some ‘venchy)
i’m finna go get that new season drip, yeah, i’m thinking balenci’ (thinking balenci’)
b-tch, i done f-cked so many bad b-tches, you can go check my history
yeah, my partner be hopping the fences, you know he handle his business, shoutout lil j
i know that he finna spray, run up your two to the— (pff)
uh, no case, if you don’t got no face
sipping drank, she tryna taste
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, i sip dirty, dirty, dirty
plain jane cartier frames on my face
looking real nerdy, nerdy, nerdy, yeah
i’m beating that b-tch in the back, i’m getting real st-rdy, i’m off a thirty
uh, so i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch for a year
now i’m up, just f-ck my peers
’cause i know they was hating on me
they probably be plotting on me, yeah
that g-lock stay on me
it shoot, [but it’s?] singing on key
this a srt, not a jeep
too much money, you cannot compete
too much guns, you cannot defeat
bullets gon’ hit ’em, put the b-tch to sleep
[outro: desire]
hey, man, tell these p-ssy n-ggas to catch up, man
double r, double bpmo sh-t
we stepped hard on this ho
don’t get rode up like lil nate
i’m with all that p-ssy
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