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street bud - good die young كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
they say the good die young and that’s why i’m living
stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
i said the bag never empty, it’s replenished
don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage
i just swerved in a bentley, i mixed louis with the fendi
i don’t know about you n_ggas y’all pretending
i done came up out the mud, shout out to my n_gga bud
’cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

[verse 1]
fast talk, cash talk, this that murder, mask off
these lil n_ggas assed out and i’mma show they all talk
i’mma run up on ’em (on ’em)
make ’em do the stanky leg (stanky leg)
i ain’t heard what you said (said)
i just want all the bread (yeah)
talking these m’s in my bank, i mean they all blue (they blue)
talking bout these broads in my face, i mean the all new
and we gon’ keep on coming wit hits
so y’all can vibe to
so y’all can ride to
put bs aside to

[chorus]
they say the good die young and that’s why i’m living
stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
i said the bag never empty, it’s replenished
don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage
i just swerved in a bentley, i mixed louis with the fendi
i don’t know about you n_ggas y’all pretending
i done came up out the mud, shout out to my n_gga bud
’cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

[verse 2]
aye, aye, aye
pull up and hop out the whip (skrrt)
walk in and hop in the vip (the vip)
i’m in my bag the bape way, i got the sauce don’t slip (no cap)
pink all on my slip (no cap)
hermès on my wrist (ice)
mess wit the bro’s get dipped (get dipped)
i done came up got rich (slap)
oooh, what a feeling
i done mixed the louis with the gucci, i be dripping
reaching for my chain, you’ll get hanged boy, you tripping (no cap)
boy you cannot hang, you is a lame, i don’t get it (take the l)
i’mma drop the top in the range, spark the engine (i’m gone)
pull off and i’m gone (i’m gone)
designer to the ground
i can’t spell what i got on (i can’t)
tom ford my cologne (ooh)
and leave me alone, i’m in my bag, i’m in zone

[chorus]
they say the good die young and that’s why i’m living
stack money to the ceiling, oooh what a feeling
i said the bag never empty, it’s replenished
don’t worry about what’s in it, just need my percentage
i just swerved in a bentley, i mixed louis with the fendi
i don’t know about you n_ggas y’all pretending
i done came up out the mud, shout out to my n_gga bud
’cause we sitting back and smiling and we grinning

- street bud

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