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letra de precious gems - k.burns & mark dark

[chorus: k.burns]
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes
said this one is for y’all
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes (it’s burnie, fiyah!)
said this one is for y’all

[verse 1: k.burns]
smoke fog in the vip section, we relaxin’
most ain’t lived this good since the last time they seen texas
i smoke loud
llamas of green, passcius
no c’s wrapped up in the spliff
f-ck a wish, the world know what we after, n-gga
finеr life, i’m out for the finer woman
nicе in k!llin’
bottles poppin’, the cups spillin’
lift it up like it’s our last minute
money, we get it
throw it up then we go and spend it
back on the block i be pitchin’
my bottom b-tch b-tchin’, never come [?]
she get it
so when i’m leavin’ out the door, she tell me the world is yours ’cause mamas know i’m on a mission
for riches
she wash the dishes, and clean the kitchen
that breakfast, lunch, and dinner never missin’
yeah that’s my little misses, so she can have anything
rubber lamp, the genie, come grant the wishes for real
for real
[chorus: k.burns]
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes
said this one is for y’all
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes
said this one is for y’all

[verse 2: mickey diamond]
yo (diamonds)
word to my gucci sweats
two chains, double dutch it, my chains get her coochie wet
i swear, i’m never flexin’ for the ‘gram, that’s how i’m usually dressed
wasabi with the ginger root
my dinner was a sushi fest
i spend the few pennies on this saint laurent t-shirt
i could never do a free verse
i throw the car in reverse
every bar’s a free he-rs-
the god don’t gotta rehe-rs-
high soon as i leave church
call me if you need word (what?)
she fleed with the double g purse
come they say, gon’ converse
squad, big umbrellas like fonds work
my days won’t be happy ’til i’m the fonds worth
leather jackets
bangin’ the jukebox, turn this sh-t to a concert (big umbrella sh-t)
think you a fan, i get you clapped for one shake of a hair
picked up a chopper like makin’ a band (brr)
fashion k!llers, suffocation, wrap your face in saran
my denim straight from j-pan, i throw a steak in the pen (it’s-it’s-it’s-it’s the umbrella, b-tch)
[chorus: k.burns]
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes
said this one is for y’all
for my b-tches, my pre-madonna hoes
stay laced out in designer clothes
for my misses, all my designer hoes
said this one is for y’all

- k burns mark dark

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