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gee james & blaike - cartier, patek lyrics

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verse 1 (dpsy) :

i said b-tch, you can f-ck with me if you want it too
better f-ck with some rappers who are making money too
wake up in the club with some flashy nike shoes
got my grillz on it, i know you dream on it, b-tch your fat -ss gonna move
you know that we flexing with the devil uh
bring me some liquors, we bubbling f-ck some rappers while i f-ck with some b-tches
trapper for life i swear i’m lovin it

you gotta bring me the thing
you gotta bring me the bang
living hard love you’re a son of ^uta
making money we the supa dupa

fendi man, fendi man, fendi man
ycm’s back with a new brand
loving it, loving it, loving it
when they say i’m a big fan of you

it’s all about big chains out
tell me what the major spend on you
no lie
your n-ggas wanna know me, no lie

i know my style is amazing, tell me who’s the man ?
you know your strippers want my d, love, s-x and pain
they work for me, i swear, no lie
they work for me, i swear, no lie

verse 2 (blaike) :

got b-tches, got cars, got six hoes
guinness on my hand like i’m steve-o
diamond on my wrist, check my pinky ring
ice on my neck, check my cuban link

shout out to my trap n-ggas in the kitchen
shout out to my trap queens in the kitchen
euphon lean man that’s my favorite drink
euphon lean man that’s my favorite lean

man it’s all or nothing, all or something
all my n-ggas gonna get that do
move the bricks outside the floor
a n-gga shoot your for the do

get money that’s the perfect plan
purple money like soul plane
got a 100 bricks for my momma’s house
got another one for my daddy’s house

tous mes negros viennent du bando, la main sur le draco
tu sais que je cours après les euros, j’ai mes connexions à bordeaux
toutes les pét-sses autour de toi, elles me rapportent les euros
j’arrive direct à vitry gros, i’m smoking on gelato

verse 3 (gee james) :

i just doing my own business
tell me who the f-cking realest
i don’t think these broke n-ggas get it
you finna die cause i k!ll it

pardon me when i pop out
mercedes-benz when i hop out
don’t save it i want see the cash out
somebody tell me who the f-ck let the dogs out

ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
ycm on top of the pyramid
ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
i let these n-ggas just hate on it

i let these b-tches just lay on it
i got the bags, i got fat pocket
i got the bags, i just packing it
i think this sh-t gonna back on road

ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
told you this sh-t make this out of control
ouuhh, ouuhh, ouuhh
money and money i think i want more

slide in the dm and talk on the low
f-ck this p-ssy and just let this go
just like cardi she gonna start from the pole
just like cardi she gonna bring me some more

- gee james blaike lyrics

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