g-40 supreme şarkı sözleri
Oh yeah aye
Oh yeah
Im smoking supreme
Got racks in my jeans
My bitch want a bag
I bought her Celine
Sipping on wocky
Only buy it if it's clean
Forty in the trap
Selling bags for the cheap
I been juuging all week
Dior on my feet
Yeah these aint cheap
Made ten this week
Count money in my sleep
Got them racks on repeat
Your bitch at my feet
She kneeling to me
She praying forty going to save her
But she know I been a player
I might bust her down later
Late nights Im a slayer
I hid them racks in the attic
Still in the trap serving addicts
Stay down had to have it
I can count the money the backwards
Its the paper we after
Only thing that matters
Doing numbers mathematics
My trap jumping gymnastics
Drop it in the pot
Stretch it like elastic
Im smoking exquisite
Forty four for the package
Forty on my hip
Play and i'll blast it
This shit will get drastic
Swear it will get tragic
I just made a ten
I can blow it in magic
I can get it back swiping plastic
Im smoking supreme
Got racks in my jeans
My bitch want a bag
I bought her Celine
Sipping on wocky
Only buy it if it's clean
Forty in the trap
Selling bags for the cheap
I been juuging all week
Dior on my feet
Yeah these aint cheap
Made ten this week
Count money in my sleep
Got them racks on repeat
Your bitch at my feet
She kneeling to me
Im smoking supreme
Got racks in my jeans
My bitch want a bag
I bought her Celine
Sipping on wocky
Only buy it if it's clean
Forty in the trap
Selling bags for the cheap
I been juuging all week
Dior on my feet
Yeah these aint cheap
Made ten this week
Count money in my sleep
Got them racks on repeat
Your bitch at my feet
She kneeling to me