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
Sanatçı: G-40
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 2:50
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
G-40 hakkında bilgi girilmemiş.

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