letra de burberry coat - ggm kyng
[chorus: ggm kyng]
he say he want a problem dat ain’t what he want
he say he got a glock but dat ain’t what he tote
he say he got exotics dat ain’t what he smoke
we spin on his block in a burberry coat
she saying “i want the ice on my neck”
she askin “can i get the diamonds, baguettes?”
i said “bae let me run up a check,then i gotchu then we can ride ’round in the vette”
[verse 1: ggm kyng]
drac get to beating 100 round drum
he tryna act gangsta yo homie sound dumb
still rockin hanes yo homie a bum
ring ’round the rosiе the murder for fun
me and dee ridin ’round thе city in the charger
ridin wit a glock couple bullets hit ya partna
big racks in the jeans if i need me some dollas
she callin me daddy i can’t be the father
say he want smoke then he might just die
ask if i did it i might just lie
see where he posted i might just slide
they tryna say i’m lackin but i got dat fye
got the glock on me and im sitting on the green box
steppin in prada used to step in rebox
lil bro crip, big bro bang treetop
think i’m driving bye when we shoot know we stop
[chorus: ggm kyng]
he say he want a problem dat ain’t what he want
he say he got a glock but dat ain’t what he tote
he say he got exotics dat ain’t what he smoke
we spin on his block in a burberry coat
she saying “i want the ice on my neck”
she askin “can i get the diamonds, baguettes?”
i said “bae let me run up a check then i gotchu, then we can ride ’round in the vette”
[verse 2; ggm kyng]
hol up wait
i came back i’m winning
they know how i do it they know how i did it
stay strapped wit a bl!ck and the clip is extended
my girl say im cheating,im runnin up digits
he cappin send shots at his cap,at his fitted
run it up, run it up dats the racks
30 from a verse from me thats the tax
saying “turn the beat up” but he say “dats the max”
i cannot lie and dats the facts
it already happened can’t say what i did
i’m standin up straight, you can’t say that i hid
i put in dat work and i know dat i slid
i ain’t got nun yet,but put that on my kids
it stay on my hip i ain’t totin no holster
want smoke put him up, i ain’t talking ’bout posters
he tryna act gangster dat boy is a posers
comfort his mama she gon need some closure
[chorus: ggm kyng]
he say he want a problem dat ain’t what he want
he say he got a glock but dat ain’t what he tote
he say he got exotics dat ain’t what he smoke
we spin on his block in a burberry coat
she saying “i want the ice on my neck”
she askin “can i get the diamonds, baguettes?”
i said “bae let me run up a check,then i gotchu then we can ride ’round in the vette”
(hol up, wait)
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