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letra de gimme dat - lunar c

[verse 1]
i’ve been having the same dreams since i was a kid
where i’m rich, driving my whip
with my ring shining and glistening
you think i would’ve listened more in school if i wanted to live like i’m a king
but i’m just vibesing ’cause i don’t wanna get rich, i just wanna be rich
please give me free shit so i don’t have to work and i can sleep in
i want all the success and benefits of hard work
without having to lift a finger or get off my -ss first
flip-flops with socks, i am swagger personified
everybody else should stop tryna rap and apologise
i should probably try make a hit i can get a deal off
’cause i’m too lazy to sell drugs or get a real job

[hook]
there’s a lot of things that i want but i can’t afford ’cause i don’t have a job so- (gimme dat)
every night before i sleep, i pray that i wake up a millionaire but god won’t (gimme dat)
i just want the whole world to treat me like i’m something special even though i’m not though
yeah i just wanna be rich without having to graft or
is that too much to ask for? (gimme dat)

[verse 2]
i remember when the fans weren’t listening
now i’m making waves like a fat girl swimming
i got myself some exposure but i’m pissed off
by now i should be rubbing shoulders with the big shots
but they must think i’m uncool, it’s embarr-ssing
probably die drunk in my front room as a hasn’t-been
put all my weed in this one zoot, i just packed it in
must be an ounce in it like good news at a gathering
this isn’t challenging anymore, they can’t keep up
yeah they might be good but they’re not lunar c good
i wish i was an mc as good as me, just so i could pay him to ghostwrite for me and put my feet up

[verse 3]
living like a sc-mbag, i don’t care who’s watching
i wish i had rich parents so i could sit there and do nothing all day
i don’t have no shame
tryna sell my soul for a bentley and a gold chain
no deeper meanings or reading between the lines
and the gr-ss ain’t greener on either side
one day i’ll write a book and mention everyone i know and how i can’t stand ’em
and mark x’s on their head like charles manson
i’m not angry at my life, that’s just how it goes
i draw my memories and pour this liquor down my throat
my fans tell me i’m about to blow
now i hope it’s true, time is money and i’m running out of both

[hook][x2]
there’s a lot of things that i want but i can’t afford ’cause i don’t have a job so- (gimme dat)
every night before i sleep, i pray that i wake up a millionaire but god won’t (gimme dat)
i just want the whole world to treat me like i’m something special even though i’m not though
yeah i just wanna be rich without having to graft or
is that too much to ask for? (gimme dat)

- lunar c

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