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letra de brioni shawl colla/catfish - summrs

[part i: “brioni shawl colla”]

[intro]
desire
it’s lil rino
brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr
i’m really talkin’ on this b-tch
just hear me out, just listen
maybe you’ll learn something

[verse]
the p-ssy ain’t mine if she ain’t got my name on it
slats ain’t got no crease, i need ’em starched, ion want no stains on it
i’ll wack your ass in my suit but it’s brioni, ion want no stains on it, haha
catch me city rollin’ ’round the h in some sh-t you never heard of
gotta pay my f-ckin’ lawyers off, get my brudda off of this murda
if i run you some sh-t that happened you can’t never speak about it [?]
am i really satisfied with the man that i see up in the mirror?
talkin’ about my life
i’m talkin’ about that n-gga that’s never wrong, think he always right
already seen a m now i’m tryna see a b
when i bought this sedan it camе with both keys
if it ain’t ’bout the money, just keep sh-t briеf
ain’t none of these n-ggas gon’ checkmate me
tell the contractor, “i need marble floors”
i’m slow off this drank, i’m cooked, escargot
hardly ain’t got no room for a b-tch so i bought her a suite
s-class key sweep her off her feet
you want a trip over seas and let him buy you fake cc
i know a new birkin will make you forgive me
she can’t see past diamonds, that’s as far as she see
these b-tches be dancers and wanna be seen as queens
[part ii: “catfish”]

[verse]
throw that ass back right now baby like it’s your bday
na na na man right now, haha, look
throw that ass back right now baby like it’s your bday
i’m in some so fast you can’t catch me on the e-way, e-way
how many drinks you gotta have until that n-gga get to your hotspot
fell in love with bein’ by myself, ion really pop out
i don’t want these n-ggas up in my picture, they gettin’ cropped out
i’m like mj with the gloves on
muddy sh-t in my styrofoam
singin’ to ya’ like a microphone
i’m damaged baby, you can see it up in my eyes, i don’t wanna do you wrong
yeah you want me, we can muf-ckin’ try but it won’t last long (brr)
she keep tryna go through my phone
she keep tryna see what a young n-gga on
lil baby, i’m bad to that bone
can’t be in my close friends cause you know i be gone
i ain’t none like your last n-gga
baby girl i’m not none them trash n-ggas
i ain’t none of them average n-ggas
you a bad b-tch, i’m a bad n-gga
i’m so happy i ain’t get catfished
i’d be sad n-gga, i’ll be sad n-gga
only reason i be rappin’, i be gettin’ muhf-ckin’ racks in
in my end that’s all i’m tapped in
in your end that’s how i’m tappin in
last n-gga couldn’t do none witcha so he had to muhf-ckin’ turn me in
i be singing like a f-ckin’ reverend
i be gone off this f-ckin’ medicine
and i’m higher than a f-ckin’ pelican
like the president, i go through h-lla sh-t
let me see what my schedule is, ‘fore i let you in and just be damage b-tch

- summrs

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