saint c monogram şarkı sözleri

Got a Fendi pack with a monogram on it Got a Fendi pack with a lot of gram Got a Gucci bag with a monogram on it Got a Gucci bag with a lot of gram We some flexed out boys in these monograms (R-T-R) That's a Fendi pack with a lot of grams (Double F on me) That's a Gucci bag with a lot of grams (Double G on me) Designer this and that, check the monograms (Check my, haa) Yeah, God please make it jam God please make it jam (Click clack, no bang though) They don't like a winner, they don't like a winner (Get these dubs) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Sizzler bad) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Get a bag!) So what the f*ck it is? I put the money in the stow away (So what the f*ck!) I got a sweet tea bitch that come to drink up on a lonely day I put up forty racks to shift the culture n' get on the road today (Skurr) I think they missed the point, these rappers joints are just my throw aways (Trash) I have 'em staying home just like they caught another covid case Get high, so high I crashed into that fuckin' Mars rover thing (Crash) I clutch it, pull it, then it shake my shoulder rang (Bow, bow) I clutch it, pull it, then it shake my shoulder rang (Bow, bow, bow!) We some flexed out boys in these monograms (R-T-R) That's a Fendi pack with a lot of grams (Double F on me) That's a Gucci bag with a lot of grams (Double G on me) Designer this and that, check the monograms (Check my, haa) Yeah, God please make it jam God please make it jam (Click clack, no bang though) They don't like a winner, they don't like a winner (Get these dubs) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Sizzler bad) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Get a bag!) Y'all just so burnt out, y'all just like some resin (Resin) They just not like this, I'm king on these peasants (King) And I'm to the top, they ain't in this section (Not in the vip though) When I drop the drop, it's Akorn it's reddy (Hi-Tech) Look up in my eyes, you see a God I'm divine Word to the wise, all of my ops on decline (They can R-I-P) And they used to be my people, that was back when I was blind (Could not see) I done lost Dill' and turned lethal, I'm one of a kind, not kind (Nobody like me) We some flexed out boys in these monograms (R-T-R) That's a Fendi pack with a lot of grams (Double F on me) That's a Gucci bag with a lot of grams (Double G on me) Designer this and that, check the monograms (Check my, haa) Yeah, God please make it jam God please make it jam (Click clack, no bang though) They don't like a winner, they don't like a winner (Get these dubs) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Sizzler bad) Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' (Get a bag!) We some flexed out boys in these monograms That's a Fendi pack with a lot of grams That's a Gucci bag with a lot of grams Designer this and that, check the monograms Yeah, God please make it jam God please make it jam They don't like a winner, they don't like a winner Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya' Stuck amongst these sinners, where they out to get ya'
Sanatçı: Saint C
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 3:18
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