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letra de big dreams - kato2x

[intro]
cha-ching
that’s that money sound when you hear that sh-t
cha-ching, cha-ching
you hear that sh-t, you gotta get up
you gotta get up and go get that sh-t

[verse 1]
got shots like bartenders (yeah)
we know you a b-tch, we gave you a gender (b-tch-ass)
i ain’t rockin’ with no new n-ggas, still with the same n-ggas
freeze, you get put in that blender (i stamp that)
ice on me cold, december (cold)
felt like hitler, all-black chinchilla (godd-mn)
get everybody whacked (get whacked)
but i don’t feel a threat, n-ggas ain’t livin’ like that (not doin’ that)
need to pop sh-t with leech
i bounce up and down like a maybach
push your sh-t back like a snapback (go crazy)
know our sеcret safe on snapchat (go crazy, go crazy)
no clientеle, postin’ apps, n-gga, where the f-ck you trap at? (where the f-ck?)
tryna get get-back
pull up in the ‘vette, ratchet b-tch don’t know where the trunk at (d-mn)
shots fired, they ain’t get back
wrap him in the black bag
‘nother p-ssy tryna get get-back (‘nother one gettin’ get-back)
[interlude]
why the f-ck you so cold?
d-mn

[verse 2]
ice on me cold (ice)
depend on the outfit, might go white or rose gold (which one?)
truth be told (truth told)
i’m married to the money, f-ck these hoes, i don’t relationship goals (i stamp that)
never post money ’til i get a mil’
twenty racks ain’t sh-t, i gave that sh-t to lil’ bro (lil’ bro)
know she a freaky b-tch and her p-ssy get wet ’cause she got white polish on her toes (she know)
been that n-gga, in school, i was servin’ out the ounce, now everywhere, i get a new load (new load)
these n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on
i ain’t gon’ play with tools, they know i’m gon’ blow (i stamp that)
and i ran it up some more
rainbow diamond outfit, man, keep a bankroll (n-gga)
k!ll all the who? (who?)
man, these n-ggas ain’t k!llin’ sh-t, that’s on god (on god)
and i been trappin’ since a lil’ n-gga, i ain’t never thought about doin’ no motherf-ckin’ fraud (silly sh-t, man)
but i been pullin’ these cards
hit him in his top where he a small, now the n-gga sh-t large
i ain’t worried ’bout no opp (f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em)
scream f-ck 12, if i go to jail, i’m the king of the yard (n-gga)
we’ll put a n-gga in a ‘gar
still in the city shootin’ guns, n-gga, i’m a shootin’ star
no, i can’t stop, go hard
know they depending on me, can’t stop, on god
n-gga talkin’ ten-car garage
big-boy mansion, walk in, b-tches givin’ out massage
n-gga, i got big-boy dreams
told everybody we’ll be rich, just play y’all part
just stay the same from the start
spread the money, give to my n-ggas, this sh-t ain’t hard
got racks up my sleeve
cartier on my wrist, sh-t hittin’ up hard (racks, ice, go crazy, go crazy)
everybody playin’ they cards
don’t really f-ck with each other, that sh-t ain’t smart (sh-t lame)
i’ma stay to myself
and be with the gang that stayed the same from the start, n-gga
(the f-ck?)

- kato2x

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