letra de credit - dutch rebelle
this how i feel
not f-ckin’ wit’ who ain’t real
turnin’ doubt to dollar bills
skip through these states wit’ no deal
sh-t been real
f-ck how you feel
talkin’ cash sh-t gimme credit
come with a chip like a debit
might take control if i let it
pullin’ out paper they green in the face
look how they sick yeah they green in the face
racin’ myself and i’m clean with the pace
so deserve me a savage who mean wit’ the face
stuck to my grind like a fiend with the base
had to sketch out my steps now they fienin’ to trace
all on my case – soft like pincushions –
i keep it sewn up put a pr-ck in they place
now i be (now i be) mean in the lace or the baggy joints
name on these checks be my braggin’ points
don’t even mean to be baggin’ joints
got your b-tch in back wit’ a bag of joints
talkin’ cash sh-t gimme credit
come with a chip like a debit
might take control if i let it
might just explode if i let it
this how i feel
not f-ckin’ wit’ who ain’t real
turnin’ doubt to dollar bills
skip through these states wit’ no deal
sh-t been real
f-ck how you feel
talkin’ cash sh-t gimme credit
come with a chip like a debit
might take control if i let it
might just explode if i let it…
this ain’t a series it’s a saga
i’m sayin’ why do these broads bother?
cold like i’m winter santiaga
’cause devils around me rockin’ prada
a couple gorillas in gucci, princesses get poppin’ for pucci
manhandle your madam for muller, mad i maneuver without with movin’ coochie
see everybody wantin’ you to win
till you start movin’ too quick for them
they start actin’ funny you sick wit’ them
but you got no choice but to stick wit’ them
too many l!cks wit’ them – they get in gear learn to shift wit’ them
(skurt)
f-ck how you feelin’ my chin to the ceiling been goin’ berserk (so lemme work)
couple of trey’s the skirt – born in the dirt now they brushing my shoulder
yeah so i’m postin’ a lot, come shoot your shot and get hit with this boulder
my mama call me her buffalo soldier
know i’mma show you the same way i told ya
deal with my cards i am never a folder
comma’s been helping me keep my composure
this how i feel
not f-ckin’ wit’ who ain’t real
turnin’ doubt to dollar bills
skip through these states wit’ no deal
sh-t been real
f-ck how you feel
talkin’ cash sh-t gimme credit
come with a chip like a debit
might take control if i let it
just might explode if i let it…
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