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letra de c19 - revo

[intro: revo]
(rossi going up)
she know she going up
yeah, yeah, she going up
yeah, she know she going up
she know i add it up
get them bags and add it up
she come and add it up
get them bags and run it up

[chorus: revo]
bad b-tch know she going up, bad b-tch know she going up
this hi-tech in my double cup, hi-tech, b-tch, i pour it up
bad b-tch know she going, yeah, bad b-tch know she going, yeah
i get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up

[verse 1: revo]
she know i run it up
ice with me, i pour it up
this eight all in my double cup
this saint laurent, can’t get enough
how you sat with deagles and call yourself a d-boy?
i f, b-tch, i fraud
i came up off a log
both of them, they stupid thick, b-tch, i just want ménagе, ayy
quarter pound and half a pound, all i know is quads
feel like the youngеst one in charge
foreign in the garage
hundred days, hundred nights, sippin’ tropical and [?][1:08]
feel like i’m goin’ up
saw the strip, i throw it up
[?], i pour it up
i get the cash and add it up
i’m goin’ fast, i hope it don’t crash
yeah, you n-ggas ain’t got [?], forty on my lap
[chorus: revo]
bad b-tch know she going up, bad b-tch know she going up
this hi-tech in my double cup, hi-tech, b-tch, i pour it up
bad b-tch know she going, yeah, bad b-tch know she going, yeah
i get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up
bad b-tch know she going up, bad b-tch know she going up
this hi-tech in my double cup, hi-tech, b-tch, i pour it up
bad b-tch know she going, yeah, bad b-tch know she going, yeah
i get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up

[verse 2: burna bandz]
get them bags and count it up
perkies give me stamina
i break her back, i damage her
she know i spend them racks for fun
we circle like the calendar
if you want that static, yeah
walk inside the store, i just blew ten bags on some fashion, yeah
i see money through these cartiers
fear of god, only god i fear
557s not like a spear
my k!llers on ‘tack, no tears
big body range, i’m switching gears
smoking on loud, i don’t cover my ears
know chrome roll up, pop his top like a beer
and my neck lit up like a chandelier
i’ma floor the dash, feds get in my rear
bad lil’ b-tch hot and fine, she rare
we got sticks in the car, boy, don’t you dare
[?][2:30], but i don’t really care
ayy, she gon’ choose up, she know burna don’t share
[?] in the [?] like a motherf-ckin’ pear
soon as we walk in the room, they stare
but the fifth sittin’ down like a motherf-ckin’ chair
[chorus: revo]
bad b-tch know she going up, bad b-tch know she going up
this hi-tech in my double cup, hi-tech, b-tch, i pour it up
bad b-tch know she going, yeah, bad b-tch know she going, yeah
i get them bags and count it up, get them bags and run it up

- revo

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