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tristan camejo & sienna - g.w.r كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: sienna]
green, white, red, he misses what i said
italians give the best head
uh, i mean bread
counting up the dough
yeah, i make that brеad
i made the croquettе, and i’ll scream out
he’s dead
now he’s out of my mind
i just cooked him out with that thyme
my spaghetti on the rhyme
now we flying through time
come to clublime, i’ll show you how to have a good time

[chorus: tristan camejo]
posted with the crew, yeah we run the streets
deals in the alleyways, yeah the hustle never sleeps
blacked out hoodie, mask on tight
f_cked him up, yeah he lost that fight
dumb hoe thinking she is enticed
only the split the dough with my closest bros, they get a slice
[verse 2: tristan camejo]
running through these bands, yeah i got the stacks
you still on crack, hitting coles for a petty rack
i just caught your man lacking, he my favourite b_tch
i just flashed my gun, my f_cking little favourite switch
sh_t he was streaming it live on twitch, guess he a snitch
d_mn, i’m rich pay my lawyers, to say it a glitch

- tristan camejo sienna

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