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electrotoylets - santa espina lyrics

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i’m like, “hey, what’s up? h-llo.”
seen your pretty -ss soon as you came in the door
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
married to the money, introduced her to my stove
showed her how to whip it, now she remixin’ for low
she my trap queen, let her hit the bando
we be countin’ up, watch how far them bands go
we just set a goal, talkin’ matchin’ lambos
a 50, 60 grand, prob’ a hundred grams though
man, i swear i love her how she work the d-mn pole
hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
everybody hating, we just call them fans though
in love with the money, i ain’t ever letting go

and i get high with my baby
i just left the mall, i’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i just left the mall, i’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

(i’m like, “hey, what’s up? h-llo.”)

i hit the strip with my trap queen ’cause all we know is bands
i just might sn-tch a ‘rari and buy my boo a lamb’
i just might sn-tch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
she ain’t wanting for nothin’ because i got her everything
it’s big zoo wap from the bando, without dinero can’t go
remy boys got the stamp, count up h-lla them bands though
how far can your bands go?
fetty wap i’m living fifty thousand k how i stand though
if you checking for my pockets i’m like

i be smoking dope and you know backwoods what i roll
remy boy, fetty eating sh-t up that’s fasho
i’ll run in ya house, then i’ll f-ck your hoe
’cause remy boyz or nothing, re-re-remy boyz or nothing

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