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letra de like this - g herbo

[intro: g herbo]
tash davis on the beat, yeah
dj victoriouz with me in the building
uh

[pre-chorus: g herbo & lil uzi vert]
a hunnid million what i’m tryna get
anything to get this paper, b-tch, i’m tryin’ it, uh
ain’t n0body gon’ play with me, n-gga, reach, i’m firin’ it (bah)
know your enemy, go broke lil’ n-gga, mm-mm, i’m dyin’ with it, boy (lil uzi, let’s go, yeah)

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
you ain’t got guap like this
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this
suck my d-ck, b-tch, ashy lips (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (yeah)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)

[verse 1: g herbo & lil uzi vert]
smokin’ exotic, i’m high ass sh-t
i’ll die if i don’t keep this b-tch on my hip
hopefully i don’t shoot this b-tch off the rim
ain’t like you rappers with all that lip (sh-t)
canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (what?)
ocean my neck and this sh-t like pacific (yeah)
i like my b-tches with fat ass and titties (yeah)
no, no, no, lil uzi, not too specific (let’s go)
ain’t like you bappers, we real kobe cappers
you n-ggas be actors and not even factors
playin’ with the racks and they back in the back seat
i shoot like a raptor, a rapper attack me
dm that ho, but she still in my mentions
b-tches be talkin’, these ho they be snitchin’
n-ggas be talkin’, these n-ggas be snitchin’
got a glock on my waist and i had to cl!ck-cl!ck it
[pre-chorus: g herbo & lil uzi vert]
a hunnid million what i’m tryna get
anything to get this paper, b-tch, i’m tryin’ it, uh
ain’t n0body gon’ play with me, n-gga, reach, i’m firin’ it (bah)
know your enemy, go broke lil’ n-gga, mm-mm, i’m dyin’ with it, boy (let’s go, yeah)

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
you ain’t got guap like this
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (yeah)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (let’s go)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (yeah)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)

[bridge: lil uzi vert]
canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon
ocean my neck and this sh-t like pacific
i like my b-tches with fat ass and titties
no, no, no, lil uzi, not too specific
dm that ho, but she still in my mentions
b-tches be talkin’, these ho they be snitchin’
n-ggas be talkin’, these n-ggas be snitchin’
got a glock on my waist and i had to cl!ck-cl!ck it
[verse 2: g herbo & lil uzi vert]
i went to every jeweler in this sh-t, told all of ’em, better not tax me
and i got two bribs in la right now ’cause that’s where the packs be
you don’t know we in the ‘raq runnin’ sh-t, you don’t know us
empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up
on the bullsh-t, on the block like noah
give me the beef well-done like boa, b-tch
certified n-gga, can’t see what i’m shootin’
i pop out with your b-tch, i had to recruit her
okay, she know i f-cked with all her friends
but she don’t say nothin’, she scared to lose me (let’s go)
i f-ck them lil’ b-tches right to my music
pull out my d-ck, b-tches start flutin’ woah
she say she don’t f-ck with n-ggas, uh (what?)
so she still shoppin’ at gucci (let’s go)
way before rap wasn’t lyin’ on ig
actually been here, sauce like zaxby’s, ayy, uh
built my wave like max b
i’m in new york, free max b
i be in a new york like a taxi
ridin’ the lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve
car seat in the backseat
your b-tch, she attracted to money (nyoom)
yeah that’s why she f-ckin’ (yeah)
my n-ggas attracted to shootin’
that’s why they keep bussin’ (woah)
i’m with the gang for life
you know that i’m stuck in it (yeah)
you know they gon’ up that price
you know they ain’t touchin’ sh-t
n-ggas gettin’ richer, but smoke, we ain’t duckin’ it
i’m in chiraq when i ride with a hunnid clip
richard mille plain cost a hunnid clip
pushin’ the rolls, but the maybach my brother whip
yeah, that boy vert know he hit me, i’m comin’ quick
f-ck all this rappin’, we ain’t with that sucka sh-t
hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you
we backin’ friends, feel comfortable (let’s go, yeah)
[chorus: lil uzi vert]
you ain’t got guap like this
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (yeah)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (let’s go)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)
you ain’t got guap like this (yeah)
you ain’t got cash like this (yeah)

[outro: g herbo & lil uzi vert]
b-tch, i’m havin’ sh-t
i wear a whip on my wrist
real k!llers ridin’ with straps, can’t respond to rap, i don’t trip on a diss
when we print out the physicals, cop my disc
chill out, hop off my d-ck
yeah, it’s me and vert, skrrt
big forty’ll burst, you get murked, jerk (p-ssy)
brand new richard mille, yeah
hop out, stack, do this, yeah
brand new lambo, runnin’ through red lights like i’m the track with that b-tch (nyoom)
brand new red ‘rari, uh, ain’t no traction in it, yeah

- g herbo

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