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summrs – so much cheese [sped up] كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah
who they wanna be? i’m who they wanna be (yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah)
b_tch, yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah (bird business supremacy)
yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah, yeah
i got so much f_ckin’ cheese, cheese

[pre_chorus]
who these n_ggas wanna be? they wanna be me
clutchin’ thе 43x, my n_ggas shoot from the three

[chorus]
i got so much f_ckin’ cheese, i got so much f_ckin’ cheese
i got so much f_ckin’ cheesе, b_tch, my pockets lookin’ obese
i got so much f_ckin’ cheese
everything these n_ggas wear, i swear that sh_t be so cheap

[verse 1]
i got gunners everywhere, everywhere i be deep, yeah
kan just went srt, he can’t control that b_tch, he should’ve bought him a f_ckin’ jeep
dior jeans with that cheese, dior jeans with no crease
can’t give these n_ggas peace, glock 27 got a f_ckin’—
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_ckin’ dawgs, make them n_ggas go sick
spider ‘rari crawlin’ walls, know these n_ggas be sick
i don’t want no f_ckin’ rick but i hit my dance like i’m lil’ rick
she got a lot of ass up in them pants, i like the way that b_tch sit
amg move fast, they like, “where the f_ck this boy went?”
sold that n_gga some fent’ ’cause that b_tch had me bent
my cup cost a n_gga rent, literally
look at my muhf_ckin’ jacket, that b_tch came from italy
cut off that b_tch two years ago, i know that that b_tch missin’ 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 do is mug ’cause they hate on me
put that b_tch in a blunt
all we do is smoke runtz, havin’ fun
if my n_gga get caught with that gun, he on the run
yeah, i’m high in the sky and i don’t know why (i don’t know why)
i’m chillin’ with god, look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
look at my bezel, vvs1 all on my wrist, you not on my level (uh)
[chorus]
i got so much f_ckin’ cheese, i got so much f_ckin’ cheese
i got so much f_ckin’ cheese, b_tch, my pockets lookin’ obese
i got so much f_ckin’ 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_ckin’ 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 lyin’, i do, my stupid ass had to catch my head

[outro]
had to catch my head
catch my head

- summrs

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