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letra de tiffany - frankie goldie

yea yeah
yea-huuh! ok!
(devereaux!)
calico curtains inside the maybach
calico curtains inside the maybach

[verse 1: frankie goldie]
just another day in sin city moving swiftly
(?) on the grind when the sunshine hit me
(?) destiny called myself on ring
gonna hear that ringtone singing “faygo dreams”
i been up in the game but i stay lowkey
just look up in the mirror see the same old me (yea-huuh!)
i keep sippin’ on that ocky while that thang on me
that dirty left a stain mane, shame on me
i just need to shoot my shot like cp3
i just took home the trophy for the mvp (yea-huuh!)
i can really ride b-tch give you everything you need
(?) with the (?) b-tch ditch the symphony

[verse 2: curren$y]
(?) switch elegantly like piano keys
our families now have everything they need
success, generational wealth
i wanna dance for myself
i wanna dance for my (?)
(?) just bent on my own designs on my own concepts
documented the process showed them the progress
showed the owners how to do it, that’s the real test
i came out on top cinnamon toast crunch in a bowl strolling on the deck of the yacht
b-tches wanna swim we just let the anchor drop
anywhere we pop out we make it our sh-t now
i walk in this b-tch like it’s my house (?)
(?) and the bentley drop
the f-ck we gonna do now, just create new sound
sit in the corner shake and ground roll how ever many joints up by the pound
the squares can’t survive when we ’round
[verse 3: frankie goldie]
when we ’round, when we ’round we came to make ’em lay it all down
shoutout to my neighbors in vegas making the pound
put my right foot in
put my right foot out
put my foot up in your ass f-ck around and find out
i just came to clock in, i ain’t never clocking out
i ain’t worried bout the fame ‘cept the motherf-ckin’ clout
they ain’t wanna see me swim said i thought it was a drought
i be pourin’ purple rain
i be high up in the clouds
paper planes up in the morning
marinate the soda mix it up and leave it for the night
pour up on the faygo twist sippin’ on the lemon lime
every night i’m (?) and screwed i’m about to hit rewind

[outro]
pack your motherf-ckin’ bags we in route to exotic destinations
briefcase on full
this that jet life sh-t you feel me

- frankie goldie

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