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summrs - cheese lyrics

cheese lyrics
[intro]
yeah_yeah, yeah, who they wanna be? i’m who they wanna be
b_tch, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah
yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah, yeah_yeah
i got so much f_cking cheese, cheese

[pre_chorus]
who these n_ggas wanna be? they wanna be me
clutching that 43x, my n_ggas shoot from the three

[chorus]
i got so much f_cking cheese, i got so much f_cking cheese
i got so much f_cking cheese, b_tch, my pockets looking obese
i got so much f_cking cheese
everything these n_ggas wеar, i swear that sh_t be so cheap

[verse 1]
i got countеrs everywhere, everywhere i be deep, yeah
kan just went srt, he can’t control that b_tch, he should’ve bought him a f_cking jeep
dior jeans with that cheese, dior jeans with no crease
can give these n_ggas peace, glock 27 got a f_cking—
can’t say it on this b_tch, but the way that b_tch sound, it’s a glitch
if i get caught with this b_tch, you know lil’ rino gotta go sit
hang with all my f_cking dawgs, make them n_ggas go sic
spider ‘rari crawling walls, know these n_ggas be sick
i don’t want no f_cking rick but i hit my dance like i’m lil’ rick
she got a lot of ass up in them pants, like the way that b_tch sit
amg move fast, they like, “where the f_ck this boy went?”
sold that boy some fent’ ’cause that b_tch had me bent
my cup cost a n_gga rent, literally
look at my motherf_cking jacket, that b_tch came from italy
cut off that b_tch two years ago, i know that that b_tch missing me
soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me
i’m high on the motherf_cking holidays, i’m off of that christmas tree
i just met a new plug at the busy bee
all these n_ggas was mugged, of course they hate on me
put that b_tch in that blunt, all we do is smoke runtz, having fun
if my n_gga get caught with that gun, he on the run
i’m high in the sky, b_tch, not in the world
i’m chilling with god, look me in my eyes, see me, see the devil
look at my bezel, vv, vs1 all on my wrist, not on my level
[chorus]
i got so much f_cking cheese, i got so much f_cking cheese
i got so much f_cking cheese, b_tch, my pockets looking obese
i got so much f_cking cheese
everything these n_ggas wear, i swear that sh_t be so cheap

[verse 2]
schedule ii boys, drug business
i just popped a motherf_cking pill and this b_tch got me too lifted
you could say that i’m a pill head, i don’t sip red
i’m lying, i do, my stupid ass had to catch my head

[outro]
had to hit my head, head, head

- summrs lyrics

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