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letra de grey goose - millie preme

{intro}
dra-dra-drank, in my cup
sipping on that grey goose (ahh)
yeah that b-tch, she my boo
cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
i can’t smile, for no pictures
cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
yeah, i just bossed a b-tch up
put some gucci on the shoe
yeah that boy, talk a lot
but that boy ain’t got no bands (let’s go)

{verse 1]
i can make her dance
hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
gotta amputate my hands
cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
heard that b-tch, for the streets
cause she f-cking all your bros
let’s go, yeah
murderеd the chevy suburban
sipping the bourbon
mix that sh-t up with thе purple (yeah)
that got me spinning in circles (yeah)
jumping the charts like a hurdle (yeah)
jumping the charts like a mo’f-ckin’ hurdle (yea-yeah)
dior my glasses like urkel (wha)
infrared vision like thermal (yea)
rocking all black like a mo’f-ckin’ ninja (yea)
b-tch i ain’t no talking no turtles (let’s go)
i might buy that b-tch a new birkin’ (okay)
just cause i like how she twerkin’ (yeah)
she play with my heart like a surgeon (yeah)
so b-tch i’m i’m closing the curtains (yeah)
bulletproof windows they cover the bus
i sip the lean pack the bean up with runtz (rah)
that b-tch gotta booty like jabba the hutt
when i get behind b-tch i’m using my—
just take a look at ya b-tch
facetime, i’m stuck in her ribs (wha)
next time you kissing that b-tch on the lips
you finna remember the taste of my kids (wha)
okay let’s run it, yeah
necklace all froze like the summit (rah)
thumbing her back make that b-tch finna suck it
thumbing through hundreds it’s mo’f-ckin’ nothing (it’s mo’f-ckin—)
[chorus}
dra-dra-drank, in my cup
sipping on that grey goose (ahh)
yeah that b-tch, she my boo
cause she like the hundreds blue (rah)
i can’t smile, for no pictures
cause the diamonds on my tooth (wha)
yeah, i just bossed a b-tch up
put some gucci on the shoe
yeah that boy, talk a lot
but that boy ain’t got no bands (let’s go)

{verse 2}
i-i-i can make her dance
hundreds put her in a trance (yeah)
gotta amputate my hands
cause the diamonds got me froze (wha)
heard that b-tch, for the streets
cause she f-cking all your bros
let’s go

- millie preme

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