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letra de no stylist - rich amiri & ayetrappin

[intro]
yeah, uh, yeah-yeah
huh, yeah, huh, uh, yeah-yeah
ooh, yeah, huh, ayy, yeah-yeah
ooh, yeah

[chorus – rich amiri]
gucci down, don’t need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (ooh, yeah)
you say that’s your gang (ooh, yeah), i guess that’s them boys you dyin’ with (ooh, yeah)
i just mixed the raf with the ksubi (ooh, yeah), i’m just tryin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
made the srt take off like a plane (ooh, yeah), we be flyin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
get money, i do it (i do it)
you fake, i knew it (let’s go)
durang’ or the buick? (uh-huh)
a hundon, ran through it (uh)
say you gonna do it, then do it (let’s go)
i really don’t talk, i just get to shootin’ (okay, let’s go)
she shake, lil’ baby can movе it (uh)
blu-ray, my life is a movie (buh, bop, bop, bop, bow)

[verse 1 – rich amiri]
i don’t got time for thеse hoes (yeah), i gotta run up my checks (uh-huh)
i got the pack for the low (yeah), i move the pack to the west (uh-huh)
you steady doin’ the most (yeah), i don’t got time for your stress (uh-huh)
think i’m done f-ckin’ your ho (uh-huh), so now i’m giving her back (uh-huh)
i could just hop in the rolls or hop in the ghost (uh-huh), yeah (let’s go)
yeah, she keep on blowin’ my phone, she doin’ the most, yeah (oh my god, oh my god)
d-mn, we can run down on your home, you wouldn’t even know, yeah (you won’t even know, you won’t even know)
you talkin’ crazy, but you froze when i approach ya’ (when i approached)
[chorus – rich amiri]
gucci down, don’t need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (ooh, yeah)
you say that’s your gang (ooh, yeah), i guess that’s them boys you dyin’ with (ooh, yeah)
i just mixed the raf with the ksubi (ooh, yeah), i’m just tryin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
made the srt take off like a plane (ooh, yeah), we be flyin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
get money, i do it (i do it)
you fake, i knew it (let’s go)
durang’ or the buick? (uh-huh)
a hundon, ran through it (uh)
say you gonna do it, then do it (let’s go)
i really don’t talk, i just get to shootin’ (okay, let’s go)
she shake, lil’ baby can move it (uh)
blu-ray, my life is a movie (buh, bop, bop, bop, bow)

[verse 2 – ayetrappin}
i’m gettin’ my money i know, i know your lil b-tch couldn’t do it
but they askin’ me how i went and go, i told my lil bro i’m gon’ shoot it (yeah)
i pull up, i pull up, let’s go (let’s go)
i’m f-ckin’ my money and threw it (yeah)
me and my brudda goin’ crazy (yeah, uh)
i’m f-ckin’ your shawty, she lazy (yeah-yeah)
i hopped in the stu and i f-cked up that beat, b-tch, i’m callin’ amiri thats crazy
these b-tches, they hittin’ me up and they askin’ for feats and i told ’em jus’ pay me
askin’ lil b-tch why they f-ckin’ with me, i remember them days when they hate me
i had to run that sh-t up for money, hopped in that coupe goin’ crazy
she see me whip a mercedes
lil b-tch, she wan’ have my baby
i count them bands on the daily
[chorus – rich amiri]
gucci down, don’t need no stylist, in that suicidal whip (ooh, yeah)
you say that’s your gang (ooh, yeah), i guess that’s them boys you dyin’ with (ooh, yeah)
i just mixed the raf with the ksubi (ooh, yeah), i’m just tryin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
made the srt take off like a plane (ooh, yeah), we be flyin’ sh-t (ooh, yeah)
get money, i do it (i do it)
you fake, i knew it (let’s go)
durang’ or the buick? (uh-huh)
a hundon, ran through it (uh)
say you gonna do it, then do it (let’s go)
i really don’t talk, i just get to shootin’ (okay, let’s go)
she shake, lil’ baby can move it (uh)
blu-ray, my life is a movie (buh, bop, bop, bop, bow)

- rich amiri ayetrappin

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