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letra de yo gotti - sickboyrari

[intro]
still struggling boy you already know
still shining in this motherf-cker
yeah, yeah, okay you feel me n-gga you feel me?
gotta shine for my momma everyday and every motherf-cking way
taliban world n-gga you feel me n-gga?
f-ck all that bullsh-t we coming straight for the top n-gga
taking over the game n-gga
souljah’d up boy, souljah love boy you feel me n-gga?
f-ck money but n-gga still tryna get it you feel me n-gga?
it ain’t sh-t n-gga going rich just to get broke n-gga f-ck it
shine
[chorus]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]

[verse 1]
[?] ‘rari white whip whip
motorola phone had the flip flip
money still twerk like a hood b-tch
f-ck getting money watch my t–th glist
i need a goth hoe with a mean
lil shawty 16 slanging on that white sh-t
9 inch nail b-tch hit l!cks
lil sunshyne blunt 2 lips
young n-gga horror boy 2 lips
i need a 3rd ward chick with some lil tits
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt honda still whip
28 inch rims yeah they still glist
gold mouth daddy t–th still glist
f-ck a old hoe i need a new b-tch
i’m a princess and a king i need no b-tch
but shouts out to my d-mn goth b-tch
you know i love you we been through it throwing s-m-n
throwing 7s up prayed up f-ck a demon
yeah you hoes thug yeah i see you b-tches scheming
when i pull up b-tch i’m already leaving
[chorus]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]

[verse 2]
stay count guap like a thug b-tch
lil sunshyne on the block b-tch
emo diamonds check my wrist b-tch
new cellphone and a new b-tch
[?] ‘rari shawty whip whip
[?] with a dope boy whip b-tch
still smoke mid on my old sh-t
throwing 4s up let them know how we coming
shawty hit my phone like “when you coming?”
motorola flip ’cause a young n-gga hustling
beep beep it’s [?]
yo gotti hummer look like it snowed or something
shawty slanging snow or something
white t–th gold slugs for the summer
gotta shine up yeah n-gga for my momma
i’m a baby i gotta get a foreign hummers
[chorus]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]
lil shyne
lil shyne i let my wrist shine
shine i got the sunshine, aye, aye
then i count the money roll
[?]

- sickboyrari

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