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letra de ​chill out - katozai

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[intro: katozai]
if it was all about money then i would’ve been famous (ayy)
demon, i know you can’t you can’t take me (ayy)
demon in me, you can’t blame it (ayy)
choppa on me—
(this is kato’s motherf-ckin’ s—)
(plugg!)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: katozai]
she eatin’ me up, ayy
i’m countin’ my bucks, woah (slat)
i’m makin’ enough (yeah, yeah)
b-tch, i’m tired of all of your stuff
oh my god, you f-cked up, woah
it ain’t addin’ up, ayy
choppa got h-lla guns, ayy (yeah)
kato be countin’ them funds, woah
told her chill out (lil’ b-tch)
i can’t feel how (lil’ b-tch)
but you hear me hittin’ now (grah)
yellin’, i can’t hear no sound (what?)

[verse 1: katozai]
bape all on my body
it fall down, we get it started
ain’t got no racks, money to party
b-tches love kay, she say i’m the hottest, ayy
now that b-tch want bread, ayy
morе money than yo’ ex, ayy
more monеy so i flex, ayy
brea-break up through that text, yeah
doubt me, i was vaxxed
now gettin’ that check, b-tch
hearin’ that you got wrecked, b-tch
talkin’ on me, they drag it (oh, wait)
if it was all about money then i would’ve been famous (ayy)
demon, i know you can’t you can’t take me (ayy)
demon in me, you can’t blame it (ayy)
choppa on me and i sank sh-t
bae, let me know what you need, ayy
i do this sh-t for me, ayy
do all this sh-t all for myself
boy, you got history, ayy (history)
archin’ that back for me, ayy
i get that cash, that green, ayy
pourin’ that wock’, that lean, uh
b-tch, i’m livin’ that dream, uh (dream)
[verse 2: jaydes]
(you have no heart!)
i got these hoes on my side
posted with hoes and they tryna get right
she f-ckin with me, she say that i’m fly
rs my body, you know that i’m fly
i’m with the frat, i’m posted with the guys
he said he hot but he won’t come outside
n-ggas is scared, he don’t wanna get jugged
i’ma say f-ck it and leave it to the ties
i’m posted up with my clizzy
you not my friend, n-gga, don’t call me twizzy
in the car, countin’ these hundreds and fifties
shot leave him runnin’ like his name is twisty
that n-gga my son, he like me but he mini
posted with shooters, shout out my boy, kimmy
i f-ck his b-tch, n-gga, then it’s finished
i get that green, not talkin’ ’bout spinach

[chorus: katozai]
she eatin’ me up, ayy
i’m countin’ my bucks, woah
i’m makin’ enough
b-tch, i’m tired of all of your stuff
oh my god, you f-cked up, woah
it ain’t addin’ up, ayy
cho-choppa got h-lla guns, ayy
k-k-kato be countin’ them funds

- katozai

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