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letra de stuntn - vromj

[chorus]
i’m in the kitchen makin’ coffee, countin’ money
i’m in the kitchen makin’ coffee, countin’ money (chrxme)
i don’t got no friends, b-tch, i only got brothers (yeah, i only got brothers)
i’m thumbing through papers, i only got 50’s & 100’s (50’s & 100’s)
walk in the club with my lou’s, shine in my lou’s, i be stuntin’
you don’t know sh-t bout that sh-t, yeah, that you tryna try
rockin’ that muf-ckin’ chain and that sh-t spell v-r-o-m-j
no matter the muf-ckin’ subject, i look in your eye and you’re lyin
(lyin-lyin… i see it in you)

[verse]
i told my b-tch to count money (f-ck)
f-ck it, f-ckin’ this b-tch in my rickies, i’m shy and i cum on her tummy (huh, huh)
walk in the club with no 50, no 60, i came with a 1000 (with a 1000)
virgil my louie, your eyes and my ice, they do not match (match, yeah)
i left my b-tch outside, yeah, wait outside, yeah
give him that thing he wish, chris’ audig’
step in the streets, no kid’s, fly like pigeon (fly, fly, fly)
rockin’ that dutch, no von, vivienne my wrist (my wrist)
you like to eat, i like to cook it and whip it (cook it and whip it)
your ego inflated, i gotta pop it or clip it (pop it or clip it)
your moves don’t match your use of words, hoe, i think you’re trippin’ (yeah)
your true don’t match my true, i think we found a fake (f-ck it)
my brother, he know who i am, they know i don’t bang, they call me their blood
go hop on the stars, chase your dreams, don’t call it a day (call it a day)
trappin’ the sun, i’m flippin’ the moon, but what can you say?
f-ck your tomorrow, i chewed it and spit it, go do it today (do it today)
hardy boys in the cut
my molly look like p-ss rock
champagne wristw-tch
can’t spell, get off
i’m countin’ my purples, i’m stackin, i’m walkin’ around, live nowhere on the land (like a nomad)
i got a bag in a bag (nomad)
i got a bag in a bag
[chorus]
i’m in the kitchen makin’ coffee, countin’ money
i’m in the kitchen makin’ coffee, countin’ money (chrxme)
i don’t got no friends, b-tch, i only got brothers (yeah, i only got brothers)
i’m thumbing through papers, i only got 50’s & 100’s (50’s & 100’s)
walk in the club with my lou’s, shine in my lou’s, i be stuntin’
you don’t know sh-t bout that sh-t, yeah, that you tryna try
rockin’ that muf-ckin’ chain and that sh-t spell v-r-o-m-j
no matter the muf-ckin’ subject, i look in your eye and you’re lyin
(lyin-lyin… i see it in you)

- vromj

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