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letra de givenchy (remix) - z money

[intro: z money]
yeah
dy krazy
1-0-1-7

[verse 1: z money]
my new car like a hauler (yeah), got b-tches sayin’ i’m like their father (d-mn)
trappin’ with some shottas, ain’t gon’ tell you, but i know who robbed ya (yeah)
young, i was a monster, said i’m coppin’, now i’m f-ckin’ (i’m coppin’)
i’m coppin’ all year, he a flodger, he a liar (flockin’), f-ckin’ urban author
when i’m whippin’, ain’t no stoppin’, performin’ like i’m in impala (d-mn)
i recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (yeah)
by edge of tomorrow, sip some syrup ’cause i’m really bored
f-ckin’ up these stores, don’t do ch0r-s (yeah), play fast when record
came through with some masks (masks), such a bad thing, her p-ssy crack (d-mn)
know her p-ssy wack (wack), don’t like these hoes, i’m a lumberjack (yeah)
want your -ss to smile (smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (bring it back)
my gun attached, act funny, then i’m bustin’ back (z money)

[chorus: z money]
d-mn, this the givenchy, ain’t no robins (robins)
yeah, all these b-tches love me (these b-tches love me)
d-mn, i’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
yeah, i can’t give up on the hustlin’
d-mn, this the givenchy, ain’t no robins (robins)
yeah, all these b-tches love me (these b-tches love me)
d-mn, i’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
yeah, i can’t give up on the hustlin’

[interlude: z money]
yeah, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gga
1017 sh-t, n-gga
puttin’ up a verse, n-gga, this ain’t nothing new
z money, dy, what it do? yeah

[verse 2: z money]
always keep a rocket, steve francis, no i don’t have that carc-ss (d-mn)
specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these n-ggas mockin’ (d-mn)
hi tech, sh-t the toppin’, function rocky, what we dirty poppin’
balmain in my closet, bought the store, god d-mn, i need to stop it
tiger gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick
all y’all do is talk, all y’all b-tches, you can’t hurt n0body (d-mn)
you get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (yeah)
stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (d-mn)

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
i rock givenchy, i sip lean, sometimes sip henny
b-tch, i’m special, i’m one of a kind, it ain’t too many
i got plenty, you eating’ denny’s, i’m eatin’ beni’s
i sell c0ke, yeah, i sell candy and i rock fendi
trap house got a drive through, it just like wendy’s
b-tch, i always got my hoodie on, i’m just like kenny
and i put on, i’m from the block, i’m just like jenny
promethazine with codeine and, n-gga, i sip that fenny
this givenchy, it ain’t no rugby, she wanna f-ck me
this ain’t new, i’ve been accustomed to b-tches l-stin’
this givenchy, it ain’t no rugby, she wanna f-ck me
this ain’t new, i’ve been accustomed to b-tches l-stin’

- z money

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