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letra de blu-ray - gata green eyes / christina wu saldana

verse 1:
got an addiction to money wanna make it till it overflows
addicted to puffin green i’m splittin blunts more than she change her clothes
i’m baking bread in the kitchen and you know i’m breakin loaves
in the kitchen with my cookbook wrist deep and i’m rollin dough
and i’m a little foo so i always go with toys when i step outside
you never know its an epidemic these people out here like jekyll and hyde
the first ones to do you be the ones right by your side
your ride or die, claimed to be your bonnie and clyde
these people good for nothin they useless can’t have em comin around
talkin bout they got your back but you know they ain’t down
sh-t pops off they get exposed as a mothaf-ckin clown
there when you got ya wallet out but when sh-t goes down can’t be found
good for nothin phonies with only one thing o their mind
give em a chance these f-ggots and hoes’ll rob you d-mn blind
let em in your house low key be pocketing anything that shines
later on you find it they be sayin oh sh-t thought it was mine

chorus: (x2)
i got big sights and i see em in blue ray
lifes too short so i’m livin everyday like its friday
pedal to the medal when i hit the highway
you with that bullsh-t get the f-ck outta my way

verse 2:
i got big sights and i see em in blu ray
lifes too short so i’m livin everyday like its friday
its not just taking in this world everythings a two way
theres no freebies you gotta get your payday
i gives a f-ck what they think i’m not taking surveys
people all around me but to me they look like landscape
so transparent i don’t even need a translator
they got the knife in the other hand while they givin you a handshake
people come and go they can always be replaced
money comes in shades of green and pounds and eighths
the only thing in life you can count on is that paper chase
gotta get that bread on time b-tch i’m never late

chorus(x2)

verse 3:
always cookin up money and you know i got that secret recipe
got family in the streets and they don’t mess with me
some b-tches be trippin but they never get the best of me
i keep my sh-t on lock and i’m the only one that got the key
try to play games with me you’ll lose and that’s a guarantee
but keep it real with me like how i be you know i’ll never spill the tea
i need some ice on me cuz they givin me the third degree
and they need to ice their knees so they can practice a new technique
i’m movin gouda like i work in a deli
and the cheese comes farm fresh it get shipped to me directly
i got the whole world sh-t on lock cuz i’m the machiavelli
and you’ll never catch me wobble on my legs i’m standing steady
turnin 20’s into 40’s 40’s into 80’s
i’m a foo that you can trust but don’t think that you can play me
countin 100’s 50’s 20’s that stay m routine
and erryday i put that sh-t back on repeat

chorus (x2)

- gata green eyes christina wu saldana

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