![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
gucciak47s - hurry lyrics
get to the bread in a hurry
gucci glasses because my vision blurry
no worries
ball on these b_tches like curry
chain cold like a mcflurry
all my opps late little b_tch i’m early
blood on the scene he all dirty
beat his ass now he got an attorney
went to jail and i got freed
b_tch give brain like a degree
i’ll k!ll you i guarantee
throwing bands don’t care about a fee
can’t even read the time on my ap
bullets ring out now he wanna flee
he say hes the best i disagree
racing down the block like a derby
just stole his girliе
and she curvy
pull up and the opps wanna purge mе
she begging she tryna urge me
bullets flying they can’t even hurt me
you heard me
eating good private chef serve me
he said he got my address it doesn’t concern me
voodoo doll ass b_tch tryna curse me
got cash in my hands i hold it firmly
i got a hundred bands he got half of thirty
and thats only what’s in my hands not all i’m worthy
stand on his grave and i get st_rdy
he dissing me but his devs are furrys
i get any hoe ain’t noone swerve me
i got k!llers in my home your threats dont unnerve me
get to the bread in a hurry
gucci glasses because my vision blurry
no worries
ball on these b_tches like curry
chain cold like a mcflurry
all my opps late little b_tch i’m early
blood on the scene he all dirty
beat his ass now he got an attorney
i’m in the coupe with a 100 bands
millions at home thats all i could hold in my hands
hold his b_tch hostage like “what’s your demands?”
do you not understand
i do not even take commands
walk in the bank i walk out 300 grand
walk in the store and i’m leaving with brands
look at my wallet watch how it expands
i don’t got no plans
he got more staff then fans
blue tip bullet in the eye now we call that boy sans
yea we call that boy sans
bullet clash with his face call him clash of clans
his chain made of iron he cooked his sh_t in pans
he got on fake shoes and they vans
pull up at the party shoot you and your mans
rolls royce cullinan i don’t whip in sedans
i got supporters you call them all stans
hop on a jet and i flew to j_pan
get to the bread in a hurry
gucci glasses because my vision blurry
no worries
ball on these b_tches like curry
chain cold like a mcflurry
all my opps late little b_tch i’m early
blood on the scene he all dirty
beat his ass now he got an attorney
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- gri4m - dismal lyrics
- evangeliet - visionen lyrics
- buena fe - cuando tú me faltas lyrics
- kelora - ultramarine (single version) lyrics
- lilian $zpr0t - fortnit rodzicielojazda lyrics
- tmrrw - take it slow lyrics
- shadi - soulmate lyrics
- jonatan leandoer96 - vitriol lyrics
- crab legs - vegan jeff rides again lyrics
- kidd m - dragon (prod. xl2v) lyrics