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letra de neimans - sub9k

[hook]
why my b-tches always schemin’?
all my b-tches look like demons
all my b-tches always on that d-mn block
got it steamin
cause they fast money schemers, and they cashin’ out at neimans, yeah they fast money schemers, and they cashin’ out at neimans
why my b-tches always schemin’?
all my b-tches look like demons
all my b-tches always on that d-mn block
30 beamin’
cause they fast money schemers, yeah they cashin’ out at neimans, yeah they fast money schemers, yeah they cashin’ out at neimans

[verse]
might slide through wit a triple six b-tch
might boss up when i’m in that vic
shawty wanna ride
all black kicks
wit that f-ckin louis wrist she all at neimans spendin bricks
ion want the b-tch ‘less she tryna get rich
shawty wanna ride and she got them clips
shawty wanna f-ck told her suck my d-ck
h-lla hp like it’s ff6
9k b-tch, ion sell no bricks, but i got my b-tch, and she make ’em flip
all at neimans coppin kicks
burberry b-tch
spent like 6
icy -ss whip like rocket ships
all black mask wit a tropic b-tch
all black jag yeah i got your b-tch
and she tryna snort them 30s, gettin dirty, yeah she flirty
cause i’m ballin, f-ck a jersey
all these b-tches used to curve me now they all tryna slide
pentagram b-tch wit them all black eyes
n-gg-s talk down imma throw my 5s
ion give a f-ck ‘less you got that guap my b-tch bruce lee got she got them chops
i need knots
so i won’t stop
ion trust n-gg-s
ion trust cops
all black chain wit them all black rocks
rap n-gg-s fake tryna stop my shine
got your main b-tch and she on my line
she be on d-ck tryna f-ck my 5s
ion give a f-ck i just need that top
so i told her meet my whoadies
she don’t know me she a fan
let my demons on that b-tch and now she tryna f-ck my mans
i’m too busy chasin bands, you do not know me understand
‘less you knew me from the rip
all in the cut wit a hood -ss b-tch, but i’m tryna get rich
she don’t need sh-t
so i might dip
like 9k, why you leave my crib?
i ain’t gon trip cause you not my b-tch
too f-cked up, i be off that liq
tryna smoke pack tryna lay my sh-t
i be coolin wit my whoadies in the palace wit your b-tch

- sub9k

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