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letra de 970 - gvte 4

[verse 1, dav]
blow that money, count it
money got me high
i just put a hunnid
we gon paint his face
b-tch get off my face
gave that b-tch a lift, woah
then she give me face
fast car i do no race
fat racks all over my face
i just count through one hundred
i throw that money, count it
they gon play my sh-t at the club
i ain’t ever ride that bus
i just been eating that b-tch p-ssy tryna make her cum
i fell in love with money s-x i don’t give a f-ck bout luck
i told the judge f-ck that sh-t i ain’t telling on my bro
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give a f-ck
pull up i’m probably high as f-ck i don’t give a f-ck
i just been counting through a hundred now my pocket fat
that b-tch get shot up in his face for talking on the net
i put that dirty in my fanta yeah i like the taste
i dig my face up in the b-tt yeah i want a taste
i put my main b-tch in margiela your b-tch got no taste
i’m getting fresher yeah i f-ck good i smoke good
hop out the shower i smell fresh don’t need no fragrance
go straight to the top i did that sh-t don’t need no favours
know he a p-ssy he not catching f-cking fades
main b-tches totin glocks, mags, uh, that’s a case
bro my main b-tch shopping at the galleria
i been getting fresher everyday of the f-cking year
and my b-tches so bad yeah i’m running out of ideas
put em in a f-cking casket told my bro yeah that sh-t real
i got, i got, i got
bad b-tches, mad riches, mad sticks
b-tch i got
bad b-tches, mad sticks, mad riches
b-tch i got these
mad b-tches, mad sticks and mad riches
b-tch i got these
mad sticks, mad riches, mad sticks
to the side
from the back yeah you decide
from the side
f-ck a side
[verse 2, vins]
i told the judge f-ck this sh-t i ain’t telling on my bro
she tryna catch me in my feelings that b-tch down below
took up a jet i’m in milwaukee tryna refill my cup
i went to kansas got some strippers tryna break the code
i got balenciaga, vetements i got snakes all over my boots
i see twelve f-ck that sh-t i’m switching up the route
can’t trust n0body, that sh-t obvious tryna make me mute
she want my body can’t deny it she tryna make me cum
we got some some mad sticks, mad riches, show me what it do
i put my face up in that louis b-tch i’m in the louvre
i went paris, to miami, tryna reach the club
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give no f-cks
i dress good i smoke good i f-ck good
i need more ounces if i wanna roll this backwood
i leave em dead no correspondence if i look good
i disrespect you matter of fact get off my bluetooth

- gvte 4

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