Eh o kawan mais uma vez Conta cash mais de uma vez canta hino dos pivete Isso só mais de uma vez Sem cash ela paga no cat Rouba meu dinheiro do mês Explana na internet Q sentou mais de uma vez Ele quer andar como eu ando Quer se vestir igual me visto No fundo ele quer ser eu Eu nem me preocupo c isso Que eu eu não possuo inimigos O dinheiro é meu único vicio N vou render p uma piranha N me iludo com fama e o brilho Brilho Brilho na minha corrente Brilho aq no meu pescoço Ela falando q eu sou quente Baby eh q eu n sou um bom moço Ela sabe q se tô com gang Sempre causou alvoroço Bandida q só gosta de band Ela quer um mlk tão novo Eh q eu passei de Ferrari Ferro com a bitch na hidromassagem 18 quilates c sabe q essa eh merda toda eh de vrdd Sem maturidade Faz o flash mesmo sem ter necessidade Tocando na cidade Se o kawan tá no palco ele agita essa party
Hey bro I’m really tryna see what up on the exclusive on this I did 12 million on RU-vid shorts and I’m trying to lock in the publishing revenue from the song but I think I need the exclusive only bough the wav so far TAP IN BROSKI WE CAN EVEN DONA SOUNDEXCHANGE LETTER OF DIRECTION IF YOU WANNA WORK OUT THE ROYALTIES. I need this fam
@@PetiteComumehe was caught messaging, flirting, sending pics and begging for pics from and to a minor (i think it was like 13 or 14). Theres a whole twt thread, his "defense" was muting comments on his posts for a few months and blocking ppl and story saying "nu uh"
Dude, I’ve been trying to find this beat from you for the last 5 years. What the fuck. Finally at peace, thank you for this. This beat is the reason I started writing.
Ayy, yeah, ayy You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip Nigga too icy, I pull up in layers Don't need a plate, I'm still gonna' slay her Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker Need to teach school with the way that I get paper I don't fuck with 12, don't fuck with no rules I do fuck with guns, so hand me that Ruger Pass me the gas, I'm finna' get higher Don't need a test, I know she a liar Niggas dumb as hell, they don't got no bread, but won't bail They don't fuck with nobody, but won't mail Don't send me your tape, it won't sell Yo, I'm sorry ho, that I couldn't be your Romeo 'Cause you was too focused on Julio And now I'm too focused on getting dough, bitch You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip Water my diamonds, my body parts shinin' She follow like Simon, get hit like a Lion Call up the plug 'cause I'm rollin' a bud You're not from the hood, get that understood I tote the MAC, get hit in the back 'Cause we carry tacks and all of this shit rack I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on cookie I know that I'm fresh but I'm still not a rookie, bitch Ayy On my mama On my mama, nigga On my mama, this heat (For real, nigga) Ayy, FUEGO Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, FUEGO
