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letra de not-what-they-seem - internet od

[chorus]
yeah (okay)
these boys is not what they seem (they what?)
i just went, bought a new coupe, they call it a bentley mulsanne (woah, woah)
rolls royce wraith, i pull up in all celine (celine)
my fingers is bruised and sh-t, i counted up too much green (uh-huh)
diamonds shine from every mothaf-ckin’ angle (bling, bling)
bought a jet and flew it straight down to topanga (to topanga)
bought a brand new jeep, this a trackhawk, not a wrangler (okay)
brand new jesus piece, these diamonds got a f-ckin’ manger (huh)

[verse]
you don’t want no war, we pull up wit a tec and sh-t (yuh! huh)
99% of all you p-ssies still wear bape and sh-t (oh no)
blow out all the smoke, the choppa light a differеnt kinda k in here (woah)
ar-15, brought like 34 еxtended clips (baow!)
like a faucet, turn it on and let it run up all these bills (run it up, run it up)
2 three million dollar watches straight from richard mille (rich)
flex up on a broke b-tch, why they say i need to chill? (who cares?)
next time anyone is talkin’ sh-t i’ll send my troops in there (you hear?)
you got broke features, i call up my brothas
call up cid, ayso, 1cey, geo, moonlxght, got a lotta brothas (got a lot)
make too much of all this guap to count up with my fingers
use my fingers, f-ck an opp’s b-tch, now he gonna call up jerry springer (okay)
me and all my gang, we throwin’ shots up at your house, no f-ckin’ eggs (we not eggin’)
like it’s columbine, we suit up, all my shootas got the macs (oh sh-t)
we do major sh-t all f-ckin’ day, no more sittin’ on our ass (nah, f-ck that)
tell my brodie, “let’s link up and count up all our dividends” (count it up, count it up!)
[chorus]
yeah (okay)
these boys is not what they seem (they what?)
i just went, bought a new coupe, they call it a bentley mulsanne (woah, woah)
rolls royce wraith, i pull up in all celine (celine)
my fingers is bruised and sh-t, i counted up too much green (uh-huh)
diamonds shine from every mothaf-ckin’ angle (bling, bling)
bought a jet and flew it straight down to topanga (to topanga)
bought a brand new jeep, this a trackhawk, not a wrangler (okay)
brand new jesus piece, these diamonds got a f-ckin’ manger (huh)

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