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letra de crores - ses4l x tallboivishu

chorus:
with the gang and we stacking crores
tesla pill, in the coupe we got more
lambotruck, so the engine it roars
making m’s, yeah the money it flows
making crores and the money goes up
hunnids of hoes and they all wanna (what)
ses got a check and he runnin it up
and i stay with that 4, but i’m keeping it tucked

verse (ses4l):
put him on a polo, i ain’t playing marco
what’s poppin, now i feel like jack harlow
one false move, and you gonna feel the sorrow
making big racks, i wasn’t born to follow
say he want the smoke, he all talk though
you know that we fill em up with hollows
diamonds shining like the sun, apollo
smoking on some good dope, narcos

verse(vishu):
smoking dope, yea we just bought a rari
i swerve in the coupe, it got rings like a audi
i can’t ever lose cause this is not a hobby
got racks in the safe so they calling me roddy
stay stacking crores while im catching these bodies
44 bars, when it comes to the logic
we don’t need a feature, ain’t worried about it
your money short, make you look like a hobbit
verse(ses4l):
making m’s i feel like jeff bezos
you know that i’m stacking pesos
stay with sticks, hang wit the draco
moving the pack, i stay with the payload
stay with sauce, i ain’t talkin alfredo
choppa blow, it feel like volcano
whack a opp, leave his head like a halo
smoking dope, we up in barbados

chorus:
with the gang and we stacking crores
tesla pill, in the coupe we got more
lambotruck, so the engine it roars
making m’s, yeah the money it flows
making crores and the money goes up
hunnids of hoes and they all wanna (what)
ses got a check and he runnin it up
and i stay with that 4, but i’m keeping it tucked

verse (ses4l):
windows got tint, you can’t even see me
dripping water, my wrist look like fiji
we up outta here, yea i feel like i’m wheezy
making bands, and i make it look easy
diamonds water, just look at my pinky
vvs diamonds, you know i am picky
sticked up, yea i stay with that bl!cky
dead presidents, hunnids and fifties
i get the bag and flip it
count up the mag, my windows are tinted
stay with my slatt, and we whip it
birds in the trap, i ain’t talking bout pigeons
i’m a god, so they made a religion
me and ses, yea we got a vision
he want the pressure so you know i got the fission
shoot him in the ear, now he can’t listen

chorus:
with the gang and we stacking crores
tesla pill, in the coupe we got more
lambotruck, so the engine it roars
making m’s, yeah the money it flows
making crores and the money goes up
hunnids of hoes and they all wanna (what)
ses got a check and he runnin it up
and i stay with that 4, but i’m keeping it tucked

- ses4l x tallboivishu

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