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gvte 4 - 970 كلمات أغنية

[verse 1, dav]
blow that money, count it
money got me high
i just put a hunnid
we gon paint his face
b_tch get off my face
gave that b_tch a lift, woah
then she give me face
fast car i do no race
fat racks all over my face
i just count through one hundred
i throw that money, count it
they gon play my sh_t at the club
i ain’t ever ride that bus
i just been eating that b_tch p_ssy tryna make her cum
i fell in love with money s_x i don’t give a f_ck bout luck
i told the judge f_ck that sh_t i ain’t telling on my bro
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give a f_ck
pull up i’m probably high as f_ck i don’t give a f_ck
i just been counting through a hundred now my pocket fat
that b_tch get shot up in his face for talking on the net
i put that dirty in my fanta yeah i like the taste
i dig my face up in the b_tt yeah i want a taste
i put my main b_tch in margiela your b_tch got no taste
i’m getting fresher yeah i f_ck good i smoke good
hop out the shower i smell fresh don’t need no fragrance
go straight to the top i did that sh_t don’t need no favours
know he a p_ssy he not catching f_cking fades
main b_tches totin glocks, mags, uh, that’s a case
bro my main b_tch shopping at the galleria
i been getting fresher everyday of the f_cking year
and my b_tches so bad yeah i’m running out of ideas
put em in a f_cking casket told my bro yeah that sh_t real
i got, i got, i got
bad b_tches, mad riches, mad sticks
b_tch i got
bad b_tches, mad sticks, mad riches
b_tch i got these
mad b_tches, mad sticks and mad riches
b_tch i got these
mad sticks, mad riches, mad sticks
to the side
from the back yeah you decide
from the side
f_ck a side
[verse 2, vins]
i told the judge f_ck this sh_t i ain’t telling on my bro
she tryna catch me in my feelings that b_tch down below
took up a jet i’m in milwaukee tryna refill my cup
i went to kansas got some strippers tryna break the code
i got balenciaga, vetements i got snakes all over my boots
i see twelve f_ck that sh_t i’m switching up the route
can’t trust n0body, that sh_t obvious tryna make me mute
she want my body can’t deny it she tryna make me cum
we got some some mad sticks, mad riches, show me what it do
i put my face up in that louis b_tch i’m in the louvre
i went paris, to miami, tryna reach the club
and if she tryna go then go i don’t give no f_cks
i dress good i smoke good i f_ck good
i need more ounces if i wanna roll this backwood
i leave em dead no correspondence if i look good
i disrespect you matter of fact get off my bluetooth

- gvte 4

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