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letra de fader - guap tarantino

[intro]
yeah, yeah
get my bag
i love you, cole
got my bag
let’s go

[chorus]
they know who is greater (greater), i ain’t even been on fader (on fader)
keep a couple racks, might save her (might save her), b-tch, you know who greater (who greater)
sippin’ on purple like laker (laker), all my shit is tailored (tailored)
b-tch know i’m gettin’ that paper (paper), nah, we ain’t worried ’bout a hater (nope)
double cup sippin’ on texas (texas), i was just juugin’ in the lexus (juugin’)
hit her one time, i ain’t textin’ (nope), can’t trust the b-tches, they messy (b-tches)
keep a couple bags in the chevy (skrt), niggas wasn’t really ready (yeah)
b-tches got cake like betty (betty), niggas pillow-talkin’, that’s petty, yeah (woo)

[verse 1]
gucci socks on with fendi (gucci), b-tch, i’m havin’ plenty (plenty)
yeah, this lean, not henny (henny), i spend hundreds like they pennies (ra-ra-racks)
bro, we aim at your fitted, everybody know i’m with it (everybody know i’m with it, nigga)
rollie cost me a lil’ ticket, i don’t even care how i get it (ra-ra-racks)
b-tch talkin’ ’bout she quit it, i don’t even care, i got b-tches (woo)
broke niggas really don’t get it (no), i don’t really give ’em no attention (no)
big ‘rari got suspension (skrt), this gucci fleece is linen (this gucci)
you know my piece is trendin’ (trendin’), i’m fuckin’ all these women (know it)

[verse 2]
they be talkin’, woah, drop it in the pot and i floss it, woah (drop it)
diamonds on your neck, they falsie, woah, tennis chains swim with the dolphins, yeah
b-tch, keep a stick, keep cautious (woo), hundred racks worth in my closet, yeah (racks)
aim on a perc, i’m nauseous, ooh (perc), buy a b-tch purses, that’s boss shit (purse)
niggas shot at me, they thought i lost it (woo), fat nigga shit, but i’m ridin’ in a ‘rari
take a trip to la, backyard safari, fuck b-tches, if they cap, cannot say sorry (sorry)
i just played her like atari, pack that ho like kyle lowry (woo)
yeah, i’m goin’ big and ain’t been on fader (no), b-tches got racks, i might tip ’em like a waiter (ra-ra-racks)
b-tches got racks, i ain’t standin’ no hater (no)

[chorus]
they know who is greater (yeah), i ain’t even been on fader (let’s go)
keep a couple racks, might save her (racks), b-tch, you know who greater (ra-ra-racks)
sippin’ on purple like laker (woo), all my shit is tailored (tailored)
b-tch know i’m gettin’ that paper (paper), nah, we ain’t worried ’bout a hater (brr)
double cup sippin’ on texas (yeah), i was just juugin’ in the lexus (yeah)
hit her one time, i ain’t textin’ (yeah), can’t trust the b-tches, they messy (yeah)
keep a couple bags in the chevy (yeah), niggas wasn’t really ready (yeah)
b-tches got cake like betty (yeah), niggas pillow-talkin’, that’s petty, yeah (ra-ra-racks)

- guap tarantino

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