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letra de wok & minute maid - l.o.e. shimmy

[chorus]
i’m in the trap, ‘tryna run up cake
i’m pushing so much weight
i’m so d-mn high, can’t feel my face
i just poured up an eight
i’m so d-mn fly, i’m outta sp-ce, givenchy with the bape
that maybach truck got starts inside in, i’m ridin’ round with my drac’
i’m blowin’ up, my diamonds froze, that’s why them n-ggas hate
i spin it ’round, i bust her down, let’s go on dinner dates
i’m sending hits, i run the top, i’m getting plenty cake
i hit the stage, i’m rocking out, pour wok’ in minute maid

[verse]
girl, i need you to stay forever
i walk in the club and i’mma change the weather
hunnid racks and 20, stuff it in my leather
treat her like a treasure, girl you make it bettеr
i put sh-t on stretchers, came with thеm berretas
they won’t take me out, i promise i won’t let ’em
i got what they coming from me, i got conner money
i got everything inside the trap, it’s jumping like a bunny
let me make it clear, i don’t give a f-ck if they want war, then we can take it there
give that p-ssy chills while i’m inside, i’m l!cking on her ear
rookie of the year, i’m blowin’ up, and i can feel it’s near
i can feel the music in my soul, i listen to the snare
i can’t front on boise, texas [?]
i could weigh a brick up with my eyes, i’on even need a scale
tell mama, i’mma blow up get us out, i see it crystal clear
[verse 2]
count this money, diamonds shinin’, now she runnin’ from me
it ain’t funny, once they slide, you know that sh-t get ugly
kidneys failing, down an eight, i can’t put down the muddy
i want ’em gone, i drop a bag, these n-ggas runnin’ from me
i get the ball, i run it back, every time they punt it to me
i get ’em both, i’m cashing out, don’t need it fronted to me
i grab my switch, i’m crashing out, ’cause n-ggas movin’ funny
guess that’s my fault for letting them in, i thought they really loved me

[chorus]
i’m in the trap, ‘tryna run up cake
i’m pushing so much weight
i’m so d-mn high, can’t feel my face
i’m poured up an eight
i’m so d-mn fly, i’m outta sp-ce, givenchy with the bape
that maybach truck got starts inside in, i’m ridin’ round with my drac’
i’m blowin’ up, my diamonds froze, that’s why them n-ggas hate
i spin it ’round, i bust her down, let’s go on dinner dates
i’m sending hits, i run the top, i’m getting plenty cake
i hit the stage, i’m rocking out, pour wok’ in minute maid

- l o e shimmy

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