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letra de gelato & candy - tori knix

[tori knix]
smoke gelato
know that i’m tryna go win me the lotto
expensive bottles
packing a blunt like i’m making a taco
live in a cycle
want a collab but you know we don’t like you
i’m probably too prideful
i’m getting high no closing my eyes
how you think your b-tch better than mine but she look exactly like caroline
she say it’s a sign but she way too gullible i ain’t a gemini
if there really was smoke you know where i’m at
d-ck in her throat and i let her go
fish on a pole
yeah yeah
plenty of hoes
oops fish in the sea
she letting go
ima move on
(poof)
turning to stone
(duece) tucked in the hip i could blow
(truth) making me take a lil soul
no middle man like a quote
talking some beef i’m stoked
ask me what i want i want that bag too overgrown

[tori knix]
i’m smoking just to keep a level head
trojan hitting different b-tches witness it’s a flex
i go crazy i need 620 in cash
moving moving moving, imma blow hit the deck
i’m smoking just to keep a level head
trojan hitting different b-tches witness it’s a flex
i go crazy i need 620 in cash
moving moving moving, imma blow hit the deck

[yrn s4mmy]
that p-ssy good like candy, i’m talking ohh ee not slimy
only the real ones understand me , i’m a little nikkah but don’t try me
imma get rich, win a grammy , i sip dirty sprite not no brandy
told lil shawty to pull down her panties f-cked her once now she callin me daddy

gelato and candy, i’m stuffing the wood
i came wit plenty, my bag is full
all of my ladies, they kno wats good
i’m stepping on nikkahs, just like i should
and i ain’t even gon flex now, cuz nikkahs gon start to get insecure

don’t call me average, my nikkah i’m betterrrr
you don’t want smoke, you don’t want all dat pressure
most of these people, change up like the weather
me n my nikkahs, we all stick together
don’t give a rats ass, if it ain’t bout cheddar
i’m schooling these nikkahs just like a professor

[vic apollo]

i got sixty stacked up in some rubber bands
need a money counter, i can’t count this with my hands
she get sweet and sour that’s my lil’ sugar thing
b-tch i might get up, start flexing like i’m bane

b-tch, i might get up aye
you might get shut up aye
posted in the hood ’cause my n-ggas they f-cked up aye
smoking all these blunts yeah my young n-ggas slumped up aye
keep talking that sh-t lil’ n-gga might get shot up

they ain’t show me love
candy in my blunt
not many you could trust
not many you could trust

feelings in my gut telling me i’m stuck
think i fell in l-st, why this feel like drugs?
feelings in my gut telling me i’m stuck
think i fell in l-st, why this feel like drugs?

- tori knix

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