letra de velcro - leesta
[intro]
paid a whole bag for the fit, this sh-t givenchy
gettin’ too high, this lifestyle i live risky
know a lot of b-tches down to f-ck but won’t stick with me
spillin’ hi-tech on my couch, this sh-t too sticky (perfect)
paid a whole bag for the shoes, these hoes got velcros
porsche 911, tight fit, can’t move my elbows
ran up my bankrolls, none of my opps even comin’ close
hi-tech sip, i’m droppin’ whole flows
[?], got money on go
[chorus]
amiri on my pants, i don’t wear cargos
put it in sport, i’ma make a car go
high-top shooters, pourin’ hi-tech flows
got hot ass models throwin’ top at shows
vvs diamonds, my ankles on froze
spent a whole bag on my motherf-ckin’ clothes
lot of b-tches wanna f-ck me and thе bros
and my brother get your lil ass wiped off thе globe
[verse]
45 bands ain’t sh-t
mixin’ vvs diamonds with amethyst
and my shooter on point like a camera is
talk down, lil’ boy, he’ll handle it
feel a lot of blue faces, remember when these lil hoes hated
now like ten girls wanna f-ck, that sh-t brazy
finna hit it from the side, on snap, replayin’
finna walk inside of neiman’s and spaz, on baby
pullin’ off fendi, put my b-tch in chrome hearts
bro play keys like mozart
whippin’ foreign cars ’til it won’t start
smokin’ out the o
she want a roxy, this rockstar life got me
my vvs look glossy, paid a whole bag for the fit ’cause i’m ballin’
new b-tches stay on the phone, boy, they callin’
your numbers all on my bank, boy, i got ’em
been goin’ up, still been havin’ problems
two b-tches f-ckin’ at once, we menagin’
i just called up my brother, heard you want a problem
blowin’ bags, i didn’t have no options
poppin’ tags, i’m at neiman’s, shoppin’
flexin’ for the b-tches ’cause i know they watchin
[chorus]
paid a whole bag for the fit, this sh-t givenchy
gettin’ too high, this lifestyle i live risky
know a lot of b-tches down to f-ck but won’t stick with me
spillin’ hi-tech on my couch, this sh-t too sticky (perfect)
paid a whole bag for the shoes, these hoes got velcros
porsche 911, tight fit, can’t move my elbows
ran up my bankrolls, none of my opps even comin’ close
hi-tech sip, i’m droppin’ whole flows
[?], got money on go
amiri on my pants, i don’t wear cargos
put it in sport, i’ma make a car go
high-top shooters, pourin’ hi-tech flows
got hot ass models throwin’ top at shows
vvs diamonds, my ankles on froze
spent a whole bag on my motherf-ckin’ clothes
lot of b-tches wanna f-ck me and the bros
and my brother get your lil ass wiped off the globe
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