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letra de goin4double - hass irv

[chorus:]
my neck is a lake and my wrist is a puddle
they keep trying to figure me out its a puzzle
ain’t trusting that b-tch cause she f-cked on my brother
she suck on that d-ck but she know we can’t cuddle
ysl cologne and its still free young thugga
big knots in my pocket i’m keeping it subtle
i pour up codeine and i start seeing bubbles
take over the summer they know they in trouble

[verse 1:]
stacking my chips i’m going for double
i tinted the whip and i flooded the bezel
broke my heart fell i in love with a hoe
blew my money i had nothing to show
free my n-ggas feds kicked down the door
dirty money trying to clean it like soap
devil came and asked the price for my soul
came out the gutter we ain’t having no hope
watch the n-ggas you be calling your bro
if you don’t got it they won’t call when you’re broke
slimy n-gga wipe the snot off your nose
like a hacker gotta stick to the code
for attention they be doing the most
why you hating now i’m reaching my goals
[verse 2:]
run up a hundred bands before the summer
i turned myself up i bossed up from a runner
we can’t even pr-nounce it when we wear designer
i double my cup, pour purple in the fanta
new york n-gga could get rich in a minute
got that p-ssy soaking wet when i’m in it
from the street you better not f-ck up your credit
turned a savage for the cash the i’m a menace
change the weather cop a flight to dubai
sipping pane i call it african wok
he want smoke we put that boy in the za
clean em out then we open up shop
never sober when i’m going to bed
struggle trying to get out of my head
played with us and now he part the dead
20:20 through these new cartiers yeah

[chorus]
my neck is a lake and my wrist is a puddle
they keep trying to figure me out its a puzzle
ain’t trusting that b-tch cause she f-cked on my brother
she suck on that d-ck but she know we can’t cuddle
ysl cologne and its still free young thugga
big knots in my pocket i’m keeping it subtle
i pour up codeine and i start seeing bubbles
take over the summer they know they in trouble
[verse 3:]
im stacking my chips i’m going for double
i tinted the whip and i flooded the bezel
broke my heart fell i in love with a hoe
blew my money i had nothing to show
free my n-ggas feds kicked down the door
dirty money trying to clean it like soap

- hass irv

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