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letra de poker game - pure flow

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[intro]
ha
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
yeah
b-tch, btich, b-tch

[chorus] x2
b-tch wanna f-ck, she two-faced, ha!
throw on designer, throw neck to the top
throw up some bands, got ten on the squad
they tell us to slow, we ain’t gonna stop!

[verse 1]
wanna throw hands with the squad? (squad!)
b-tch, this is pure, we the gods! (gods!)
grab the desinger we fly! (cha!!)
flying out straight to the islands (o!)
you gonna go dash in the coupe (skrt!)
you wanna come? b-tch, who is you? (cha!)
diamonds float to the moon (yuh!)
the baguette makes wetty so soon! (o!)
flip a pack, run it back (back!)
this light is gonna give me a heart attack (-tack!)
this kid gonna light up and try to smack (smack!)
i’m down chigga, naw f-ck is that? (that!)
f-ck is that where is your moves? (moves)
you talking bout change, how about you? (you)
all you can change is the room (room)
it’s funny as f-ck when you choose (choose)
two million in a month cost a gold chain
you be talking bout shows, hoe stay in your lane
b-tch sells fake clothes, that’s a f-cking shame
you wanna stain thirty dollars from a poker game!

[chorus] x2
b-tch wanna f-ck, she two-faced, ha!
throw on designer, throw neck to the top
throw up some bands, got ten on the squad
they tell us to slow, we ain’t gonna stop!

[verse 2]
gamble up, rake it up!
you tryna make money, you fake as f-ck
gon step in a foreign and double up
you gonna be whoring, like f-ck is up?
sell you that spice for a dollar, dollar
i want that gucci, no prada, prada
b-tch i be wrapped in designer, designer
i stay, zoom, shot caller, caller
tryna go trap that too
f-ck on your girl from the coupe to the stui
i am an animal, i eat like hanniball
imma turn your girl into a monsoon
turn to monsson, that was too soon
i’m making k’s, who the f-ck is you?
i’m making plays, 50 till noon
i’m making cases for the crew, b-tch!
two million in a month cost a gold chain
you be talking bout shows, hoe stay in your lane
b-tch sells fake clothes, that’s a f-cking shame
you wanna stain thirty dollars from a poker game!

[chorus] x2
b-tch wanna f-ck, she two-faced, ha!
throw on designer, throw neck to the top
throw up some bands, got ten on the squad
they tell us to slow, we ain’t gonna stop!

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