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letra de sauvignon blanc - $kid & danny g beats

[intro]
(danny g on the beat)
shadow rich gang just took your soul and you’re never gettin’ it back
(ooh, sh-t, what the f-ck, daniel?)
the shadow people are in your walls
war crimes are cool

[verse 1: $weet-t]
we them rapscallions who rappin’ and choppin’ work like scallions
out here baggin’ stallions off the blown hutch medallion
with the mob every day, but i don’t speak italian
so many guns in here, we could arm a battalion
if you don’t give me what i want, they’ll just take it by force (no one can hide from my sight)
dog in the rear bumper and the wheels full of horse
i don’t talk to police, just my lawyer and my source
if i get fl!cked in this b-tch, i’m callin’ mike morse
sixteen-hour drive there and back to the k
arp for protection, this is not for display
them psychedelic drugs told me trappin’ is the way
so much snow in the spot, i had to purchase a sleigh

[verse 2: $kid]
they cop the dope from me and don’t carry it away
they all f-ckin’ with the boy, you would think that he is g-y
big arp, i’m wearin’ a jacket in may
dutch the pastor, he’ll make you repent and pray
brick covered in plaster on its way to the a
we could get it there faster, but you gotta pay
my fiends call me master, your girl call me bae
dutch the paparazzi, he’ll pull up where you stay
dutch the cameraman, he finna make a movie
your girl suck me up on camera like a zoomie
raw everywhere, the house full of sushi
vs1 stones, that chain you rock is floozy
[verse 3: $weet-t]
i’m tryna get some funds, i don’t do this sh-t for fun
my junkie so turnt, he sayin’ everything is one
plugged like the cable guy, i got a run, i get her done
multiple in each room, i ain’t runnin’ for my gun
i’m rizzin’ hoes up just like i’m baby gronk
feelin’ fancy, poured a four in the sauvignon blanc
dog’s buffs fake, i can tell by the font
i did what i had to so i can do what i want (shadow wizard money gang)
my plug love designer, he got dior doors
gucci on the drapes and fendi on the floors
me and $kid in the trap and we plannin’ out a score
dutch workin’ the door while you workin’ on your chores

[verse 4: $kid]
signature on the package ain’t even readable
christian louboutins cost more than your vehicle
i’m just tryna hit plays and play it strategical
and put some sh-t in the stash that ain’t even believable
clear lenses in the cartis, lookin’ formal
at the phone store, gotta play it cordial
new-school guns, look like i’m playin’ portal
he tryna shoot the ones, he must think he immortal
don’t play with your life, that’s just a lil’ fee
i’ll turn you to a three-five for my lil leaf
green prps the same color dill leaf
every diamond in my chain the same price the pills be
[outro]
inter-dimensional beings are picking at my brain
and controlling my thoughts
don’t look the shadow people directly in the eyes
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)

- kid danny g beats

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