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letra de coins - le1f

[verse 1]
i’m that prince that you slept on
let bygones be and let’s get it on
i’m a freaky deak god in the pantheon
tell your n-gga when he see me keep his panties on
’cause i might just read you backwards like a holy qu’ran
tell ‘em boys when they see me, better not test what i’m on
f-ck they mean by “the block is hot?”
i’m on the internet and i don’t f-ck wit’ cops
my jokes are funny but my money’s not
we just kickin’ it like karate chops
two tops, rock paper scissors
you go first, i’ll do the dishes
i stay strapped, s-x pistols
out here saving queens like i’m sid vicious
gangster like denzel, spreadin’ sheets like excel
ain’t no countin’ sheep we’ just goin’ round and round like a carousel
tell me, how does it feel? i keep it cute but i do it well
you smell me? well, i hope i smell just like money smell

[pre-chorus]
basic b-tches see me, they think i’m acting funny
they think they know what’s good
but they don’t know ’bout stuntin’
never looking thirsty, i’m always feeling hungry
laughing out the bank, yeah yo, i’m getting money

[chorus]
me and money match, we’re attached, getting my coins
at school i used to trap, now i rap, i’m getting my coins
just chillin’ with my camp tryna stack, i’m getting my coins
getting my coins, getting my coins

[post-chorus]
every night and day, i be getting my coins
move out of my lane, n-gga, getting my coins
heads or tails, either way, i’m getting my coins
i’m getting my coins, i’m getting my coins

[verse 2]
i’m that (i’m that) ballistic bomb threat, super like nintendo nes
i bring a zest haters cannot test
pitching a look that they just can’t catch
accept checks or mail orders too
no n-gga can stop what i wanna do
watch my eyes do the dead sea scroll right over you
yes, catch your boy feeling salty, blessed and brand new
yes, i’m the cutest looking dude at the barbecue
jet setting, hopping round the earth like a kangaroo
b-tch, i’m getting mines right now ’cause it’s overdue
oh, you think i’m filthy? b-tch, i’m feeling minty
empty out my pockets, all you see is 50s
i’m only coppin’ 60s and oz’s strictly
whiskey in the goblet, hotbox until it’s misty

[post-chorus]
every night and day, i be getting my coins
move out of my lane, n-gga, getting my coins
heads or tails, either way, i’m getting my coins
i’m getting my coins, i’m getting my coins

[outro]
basic b-tches see me, they think i’m acting funny
they think they know what’s good
but they don’t know ’bout stuntin’
never looking thirsty, i’m always feeling hungry
laughing out the bank, yeah yo, i’m getting money

- le1f

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