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letra de rainforest - gz (glassrose)

(hook: lais)
cause everything that glitters isn’t gold but my chain sure is
pain simmers in the whip with the name foreign
wrapped around me like a python in the rainforest
locate the mark i’ma hit it if i aim for it

(1st verse: lais)
shutting down targets quick like canada
blonde b-tches lying that they lannister
saying that she love me do it all for the molly and the internet
breaking down the packaging compressing it then packing it again
i’ve been finessing in the streets a master with a pen
you won’t catch me in my sleep but i might catch you with your friends
i’ve been singing but ain’t sh-t changed since 2014
more liquor more dreams more b-tches more green
forcing it on you won’t see me fall
girl i turned to my mama’s worst nightmare
came from the bottom no there’s no light there
if you’re talking dollar signs i might care (might care, might care)
we just lightin’ blunts doin’ good tellin’ b-tches that she love me
what if i was everything that i should be

(bridge: lais)
burgundy velour wrapped around my chest
but i still want more
(x2)
burgundy velour, riding with the top down
(x6)
burgundy velour, it’s burgundy velour

(2nd verse: lais)
i remember mama losing faith
good things come to those who choose to wait
kobe on my plate kobe with the shots
know me from the way know me from my days
they don’t know me say we homies all these phonies always come to wait
when the leftovers turned into macaroni on my plate
had a of pioneer
my lady 34 with more green than paul pierce she ain’t from ’round here
over at the four seasons for no reason
tell that b-tch come see if she tryna hit that cuzzi i need house slippers
i ain’t steppin ’round the water in my louvees
i need a real woman can’t be caught up with ’em groupies
built this building from the ground up
i can’t lose it over l-st
choosy b-tches ain’t so choosy over us
but if your man trippin’ we just bruce lee em’
kick that door open oh we drive the foreign yeah my dawg drive a foreign
no tabs no tabs no tabs we are tightening nomads everybody got their own bag
when in rome please don’t do as the romans do
i’d rather have this over you
just cause everybody loves getting f-cked up these days
my reality morphed and i’m just tryna see through a purer lens
cause everything that glitters isn’t gold but my chain sure is

- gz glassrose

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