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crystal ash - ​hills كلمات أغنية

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[intro: crystal ash]
(oh)
[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b_tch a b_tch, we ain’t f_ckin’ with him
don’t give a f_ck, dont give a sh_t
lil’ b_tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b_tch, i won’t stop ’til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up, like i’m climbing a hill
[verse 1: crystal ash]
b_tch i’m on top, b_tch you fell off like you fell off the top of a building
oh h_ll nah, oh my god
keep me a vvs sword when i’m weilding
keep me a stain like i spilled ink
i focus on money, them real things
both of my wrist got them diamonds, them sh_ts hit pink
if you not shining then, little b_tch, please
b_tches they been on my d_ck because i got them bags
crystal ashley been on top
b_tch, i been doing the best and they mad
yeah, you say i’m broke, b_tch, that’s funny
when i walk out to the bank, b_tch, i laugh
b_tch i be making that money, they hate, they don’t wanna see me where i’m at
[hook: crystal ash]
b_tch, i got the paper like class
i get the paper assignments
both of my wrists got a flash
can’t even tell what the time is
you sleeping on me like a nap
but i’m on my, make money type sh_t
my wrist is all vvs
copyin’ me, b_tch, you miming yeah
[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b_tch a b_tch, we ain’t f_ckin’ with him
don’t give a f_ck, dont give a sh_t
lil’ b_tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b_tch, i won’t stop til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up, like i’m climbing a hill
[verse 3: zenny]
worry bout’ yours and i’ll worry bout’ mine
stop talking to me, ’cause youre wastin my time
hating so hard, yeah, i’m right in your mind
b_tch, i am up for the grind
get in your calls and just talk about me
boy your brain is as small as a pea
p_ssy n_gga you’re a clown, ’cause when we together you acting as fake as can be
f_ck around with the wrong n_gga, and your wig’s gonna get split
you is a b_tch
spin yo’ mo’f_ckin block
get it hot a lil’ bit
then make it drip
leave you leakin’ on the floor
reachin up for your door
can’t get a grip
whine and cry, you’re such a bore
not a friend anymore
boy, i thought you were getting a bag
do you wish that you have i had?
making me laugh, ’cause you acting so sad
while i know that my wallet is fat
pick and i flip it up every time
you need to stop keep on crossing the line
get that bread up ‘fore i leave you behind
you’re my son, do not try to deny
[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b_tch a b_tch, we ain’t f_ckin’ with him
don’t give a f_ck, dont give a sh_t
lil’ b_tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b_tch, i won’t stop ’til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up—
[hook: crystal ash]
b_tch, i got the paper like class
i get the paper assignments
both of my wrists got a flash
can’t even tell what the time is
you sleeping on me like a nap
but i’m on my, make money type sh_t
my wrist is all vvs
copyin’ me, b_tch, you miming yeah
[outro: crystal ash]
(oh)

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