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letra de kind of girl - french montana, harry fraud & rick ross

[intro: lou courtney]
you are just the kind of girl i always wanted
when i was a little boy, thinkin’ ’bout bein’ grown
now that i’m a man, you come along
and i cannot let you go ’cause i know
i want you for very long
(la musica de harry fraud)
so i say—

[verse 1: rick ross]
all my b-tches ask me how many b-tches i got (got)
can you count the raindrops as you look in the sky? (sky)
are you my main b-tch or just a chick on the side? (chick on the side)
can i trust you with some chips or just keys to my ride? (huh)
if you’re not a soldier then you’re just wastin’ my time
i chase money, that tequila, i lace it with lime (lace it with lime)
so infectious with this flow but this took me some time (uh)
sky miles up to [?] but she’s onе of a kind (woo)
you meet the quotas, then you get to sеrenade (woo)
croc’ loafers, long sleeves, silks be tailor made (boss)
black chauffeurs who open to doin’ anything (yeah)
it’s amazin’ the jealousy all this cheddar bring (cheddar bring)
i can see a million with a pair of dice (woo)
ankle monitors loggin’ me on the satellites (i see ’em)
it’s basquiat boss when it come to paint
and when i’m followin’ my heart, don’t tell me what i can’t (what i can’t)
[bridge: rick ross & lou courtney]
you are just the kind of girl i always wanted (woo)
oh (when i was a little boy, )
you gotta be special to catch my eye, shorty (thinkin’ ’bout bein’ grown)
and if you do catch my eye, you gotta be a motherf-cker to keep me (now that i’m a man, you come along, and i cannot let you go ’cause i know)
i’m a young n-gga that done been around the world sixty-one times (i want you for very long)

[verse 2: french montana]
i was pushing that h by the izzo
i was bustin’ down them oreos like lizzo (oreos like lizzo)
i was hustle on the block then brought the pearl street
that high got me feelin’ like [?] from wolf of wall street
i was caught up with that white girl like i’m tiger woods (woods)
on the paink!llers but i’m drivin’ good (drivin’ good)
she wanna f-ck for hours ’cause my money long
droppin’ bags, they call me, “mr. get-your-tummy-gone” (tummy gone)
michael jackson with the glove, word to mother catherine (mother catherine)
like the pirates from somalia, coke boy captain (coke boy captain)
the helicopters from the hamptons, tryna beat the traffic
then i dip out like kawhi leonard did the raptors (did the raptors)
i was poppin’ on them pepas like farruko (like farruko)
stuck on the island like i’m robinson crusoe (robinson crusoe)
that’s offshore for irs, for the loopholes
they said it’s lonely at the top but check the view, though

[outro: rick ross & lou courtney]
you are just the kind of girl i always wanted
even rich n-ggas need inspiration, shawty (when i was a little boy)
inspiration only thing i can’t buy (thinkin’ ’bout bein’ grown)
and i don’t finance
now that i’m a man, you come along, and i cannot let you go

- french montana harry fraud rick ross

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