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dont hav this - yeat كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(captain crunch presents—)
nah, real sh_t
yeah

[chorus]
i got some prada, my bag, am i bad to kiss the baddest b_tch? (yeah)
and i know that they goin’ out sad, they cannot touch on my lavishness
and i say, and i say, and i say f_ck what you had, yeah, ’cause you don’t have this (and i say, and i say)
i got a whole lotta muh’f_ckin’ blue strips, they disappear just like it’s magic (whole lotta muh’f_ckin’—)
all of this sh_t is who made me, yeah, check out my start (bop_bop_bop_bop)
hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip, go crazy (skrrt) (skrrt_skrrt_skrrt)
money got me feelin’ crazy, as of lately
and i’m pretty sure that you gon’ hate me, if you don’t like it, you don’t pay me
hold up, wait, yeah (yeah)

[verse]
you don’t know me, you don’t know sh_t
that’s yo’ b_tch, boy, that’s my b_tch
that’s my wrist, it look like this (uh)
throw ten bands, but this ain’t sh_t (phew)
whole lotta money, i look like a kid (phew, yeah)
i’m searching for bread while smokin’ a zip (yeah)
i go to the stu’ and i call it my shift (uh, yeah), woo
got prada, my fit
copped that kit
you mad as sh_t
you know me, you know me, you know me, you know you
i know me, i know me, i know me, i don’t know you
stop calling my phone, lil’ b_tch, yeah, suck on my d_ck, yeah, fit this d_ck in her mouth
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pull up at her house
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i know ya’ spouse (uh, uh)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hid inside her blouse, yeah, yeah (hold up, hold up, spouse, uh)
all of these kids is some b_tches, they sittin’ down criss_cross applesauce (uh), nah, nah
you don’t know me and my gang, so you better go hit the exhaust
yeah, stayed down, yeah, stayed down, stayed in my lane, yeah, i paid my own [?]
nah, f_ck all these labels who playin’ with me, ’boutta f_ck all these labels who playin’ with me (f_ck ’em.)
i got the–, water, uh, uh, water, water (ah, ah, ah)
oh, she got the toppy, she like, top, top, mm (top, top)
yeah, check my wrist_watch (check my gleam, uh, gleam, uh)
yo’ sh_t really fake, it don’t even tick_tock (don’t even tick_tock)
yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s the beans for? (what’s the beans?)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, pepto_bismol
i been sippin’, uh, uh, red, hi_tech (uh, uh)
you been sippin’ cranberry juice, in yo’ hand, yeah (uh, uh, uh, fake)
[chorus]
i got some prada, my bag, am i bad to kiss the baddest b_tch? (yeah)
and i know that they goin’ out sad, they cannot touch on my lavishness
and i say, and i say, and i say f_ck what you had, yeah, ’cause you don’t have this (and i say, and i say)
i got a whole lotta muh’f_ckin’ blue strips, they disappear just like it’s magic (whole lotta muh’f_ckin’—)
all of this sh_t is who made me, yeah, check out my start (bop_bop_bop_bop)
hop in that whip, go crazy, hop in that whip, go crazy (skrrt) (skrrt_skrrt_skrrt)
money got me feelin’ crazy, as of lately
and i’m pretty sure that you gon’ hate me, if you don’t like it, you don’t pay me
hold up, wait, yeah (yeah)

[outro]
uh_huh, nah, hold up, wait, oh, yeah, yeah, hey, c’mon
bih’, yeah, yeah
came on the beat, like, uh, yeah, yeah

- dont hav this

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