letra de madara - lil altima riven
yeah, (yeah)
do not play with me, get hit with it (hit with it)
pull up to the crib with some benjamins (benjamins)
copped me some diamonds they glistenin’ (glistenin’)
ou, yeah, they glistenin’
ask me to (?) i get it, i go
you know that’s facts, now get out the door
i feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon’ know
real sh-t i’m just tryna’ ball
ex called me now she tryna’ talk
no i do not have no time for a ho
my b-tch bad, she gon’ bring the glock
riven get to the guap
i be countin’ up a lot
money, fake flexing, stop
i be flexing like, d-mn, god
and my heart colder then a snow cone
more (?) coat on
expensive mirrors, now i’m solo
(?)
yeah, (yeah)
do not play with me, get hit with it (hit with it)
pull up to the crib with some benjamins (benjamins)
copped me some diamonds they glistenin’ (glistenin’)
ou, yeah, they glistenin’
ask me to (?) i get it, i go
you know that’s facts, now get out the door
i feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon’ know
yeah, aye
keep it up, don’t stop it, uh
i’m boutta blow like a rocket, yeah
why is your girl in the mosh pit?
f-ck my old hoes, they old for a reason
probably do not hear what i’m even speakin’
tryna’ stay the night? ha, b-tch you tweakin’
if the devil asks, i’m a f-ckin’ demon
aye
she poppin’ percs and xans like a ho
she asked me if i want one, i said no
ask her if she got (?)
she on probation she don’t need to smoke
i run the game, but you knew that
she said “riven flexing” i said “true that.”
pack a backwood, and it’s full of gas
(?)
and these hoes near me that i’m pullin’ at
f-ck, n-gga what you lookin’ at?
shooter with me, he don’t play around
draco-draco on me, (?)
yeah, (yeah)
do not play with me, get hit with it (hit with it)
pull up to the crib with some benjamins (benjamins)
copped me some diamonds they glistenin’ (glistenin’)
ou, yeah, they glistenin’
ask me to (?) i get it, i go
you know that’s facts, now get out the door
i feel like madara, shawty ain’t gon’ know
real sh-t i’m just tryna’ ball
ex called me now she tryna’ talk
no i do not have no time for a ho
my b-tch bad, she gon’ bring the glock
riven get to the guap
i be countin’ up a lot
money, fake flexing, stop
i be flexing like, d-mn, god
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