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shad da god – fold كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
yeah
these some cold streets, my wrist gotta match that temperature
i got these hoes pullin’ out they t-tties for my signature
this might not last how long you wanted to last, i kept it real with her
she geeked up off this car with paper tags, that sh-t so trill to her
b-tch tryna see what it do
i do these hoes like a school
i teach these hoes what it do when i hop in the coupe, i’m like f-ck the lil roof
i don’t believe not in one of these rappers, they see me they gotta show proof
d-mn
i just poured ace of spade all in my cup, waste that sh-t on my margiela shoes
ooh
feel on yo b-tch booty like we go back
n-gg- try her, leave ya (?) flat
i got some percocet pills in a sack
take one of these, it gon make you relax
once you buy sum’, you can’t bring that sh-t back
(?) can’t fold in my trap
get off on old nat
that’s where i’m at

[hook]
fold, fold
fell in love with how that money fold, fold
’till i got a bankroll, they couldn’t close, close
stepped out the house with them diamonds on me, and these b-tches they legs gon fold
left out the house with that flavor on me, i bet all these hoes look at my clothes
dough, dough
these hoes get wet off suicide doors
you woulda thought they was scared when they seen how i whipped up in that ghost
i went and bought me some choppers and pistols and none of these b-tches for show
they don’t know bout this bankroll mafia sh-t, them boys don’t know

[verse 2]
scrolled up a blunt of that gas and i make that b-tch hit like exhaust pipe
mafia livin’ it got me not stoppin at none of your red lights
your hoe tryna feed me banana pudding
i already got the banana with me
i’m all bout them benjamins, 750
can’t dig what i’m sayin? your shovel missin’
woah
i don’t want a bankroll that’s gon fold
n-gg- wanna wet up, might as well gon k!ll they self like rolls royce doors
sh-t
i’m on the doses of act, bout to godd-mn doze
i could be sleep, they still can’t slip sh-t under my nose
i’m on my toes
i wear a whole lot of european shoes, lil b-tch, lil hoe
and i keep makin’ her (?) like lambo doors
she know i work harder than a b-tch, cause i had her at one of my shows
i swear that my clothes smell the whole o up, with a bankroll love how it

- shad da god

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