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letra de bonus_track_lettuce - merpco

[intro]
(so merpco what the f-ck)

[chorus; merpco]
i get a bag then i gotta spend it
baby didn’t know that i had that f-cking relish
i like to do sh-t that make her f-cking jealous
i got the racks it starting to look like lettuce

[verse 1; merpco]
she got the racks it starting to look like tennis
they heard bout what i did now i’m a menace
getting all this money really became fetish
if i called you a f-cking b-tch then i f-cking meant it
if i punch a n-gga
he gon need a f-cking medic
why this n-gga f-cking mad i’m counting my lettuce
(huh, huh)
counting my lettuce
(huh, huh)
yeah
counting my lettuce

[verse 2; officialvion]
i ain’t neva seen a b-tch trippin off the vallеy
i just get high with my weed
i got this b-tch from cali
“they got my voice up on spеakers”
“put that b-tch to ten
she said she want nothing to do with me
now she wan lay in my bed
i can’t go for that
lil b-tch that sh-t is dead
huh
b-tch i won the battle in the war
i’m goin espada
b-tch i’m driftin in the whip
i’m riding in a new impala
b-tch you know you can’t compete with me
just tell me why you bother?
steady counting green
i countin cash i got it all
yeah, said he count up bands
i counterract “i’m finna ball”
yeah, stand up on my money, like yao ming
that’s how i’m tall
if it ain’t bout money
you might as well talk to a wall
i get me new shoes
yeah, i got me new clothes
i got a new rolls
yeah, i got me new hoes
i got some more bands i’m finna spend it
my cash so green it look like spinach
don’t talk to me i’m bout the lettuce
[chorus; merpco & officialvion]
i get a bag then i gotta spend it
(oh yeah)
baby didn’t know that i had that f-cking relish
(oh yeah)
i like to do sh-t that make her f-cking jealous
(oh yeah)
i got the racks it starting to look like lettuce (oh yeah)

[verse 3; majes]
oh yeah
oh yeah
do my party and we post it on the gram
countin up my racks, baby i got h-lla bands
say you love me but i know you a fan
take a trip we go to j-pan
baby why you don’t got man
i could be yo dream man
yeah, let’s runaway i made some plans

[verse 4; majes]
swerved a girl i had to tell her “no d-mn.”
i don’t got no kids i’m not a father
finna up the score like a baller
spammin up my phone no i.d. caller
huh
ima go to sleep then wake up count a k
no more f-cking ass
like thought she wanna bake
single girl, in my world? i’ma take
blew it to ur face yeah hit with a drake
break her back like bank
h-lla money? man you lame
that’s what hurts the most cuz
our love is not the same
werid ass n-ggas yeah you acting so lame
so much trouble that you don’t wanna bring
ima disappear david blaine
ridin on my d-ck, just like plane
callin me a pyscho, baby i’m insane
n-gga ur not able just cause i got that cane

- merpco

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