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letra de wave - rosalvo & woody ts

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[intro]
oyedevklok!

[chorus]
my whip, my b-tch and all the brands i rock, they all foreign
you n-ggas gossip, if it ain’t ’bout profit, i ignore it
n-ggas know wassup, we won’t talk if it ain’t ’bout money
and they can’t hang with us, they know they movin’ funny
hate the game and not the player
maybe i should run for mayor
i be burning them blue candles, got ezili in my prayers
i’m tryna get a hunnid acres, big crib, no neighbours
greenland n-ggas and my sauce got different flavors

[verse 1]
ah-ah, oh sh-t, rosalvo back on his sh-t
insert the chip and the profit lookin’ like i sold a brick
no i’m not like none of you n-ggas, i’m just tryna add up the figures
make a f-ck n-gga bitter, from the bas-m-nt like big tiggеr
credit line on a profile and wе ain’t paying back
i got people on the inside and we gon’ split these racks
we got scammers, we got dope boys, forgies on a new toy
been doin’ this sh-t for a while now, it ain’t new boy
my heart is broken, money is the only thing that could get it fixed
i told my day ones if they stay down imma make ’em rich
[chorus]
my whip, my b-tch and all the brands i rock, they all foreign
you n-ggas gossip, if it ain’t ’bout profit, i ignore it
n-ggas know wassup, we won’t talk if it ain’t ’bout money
and they can’t hang with us, they know they movin’ funny
hate the game and not the player
maybe i should run for mayor
i be burning them blue candles, got ezili in my prayers
i’m tryna get a hunnid acres, big crib, no neighbours
greenland n-ggas and my sauce got different flavors

[verse 2]
we got used to it, it’s reup, sell it, get it back
not everybody understands, but street n-ggas relate to that
walk around like i’m the man, but b-tch i am, don’t see no cap
money moves, i call my dawg like broski we gon’ get on that
hoping i get a foreign car
couple n-ggas ’round the city be playing with cards
he got served some sh-t and now he chilling with the stars
n-ggas want me dead but i don’t give a f-ck at all
no none at all
shorty said these n-ggas don’t like you
but i’m playin’ it cool
cause i can understand these lil’ n-ggas don’t got the juice

[chorus]
my whip, my b-tch and all the brands i rock, they all foreign
you n-ggas gossip, if it ain’t ’bout profit, i ignore it
n-ggas know wassup, we won’t talk if it ain’t ’bout money
and they can’t hang with us, they know they movin’ funny
hate the game and not the player
maybe i should run for mayor
i be burning them blue candles, got ezili in my prayers
i’m tryna get a hunnid acres, big crib, no neighbours
greenland n-ggas and my sauce got different flavors

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