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gino marley - wilt lyrics

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[intro]
throne in my money keep pullin’ me in, pour a pint count a hundred again
and them b+tches keep callin’ me wilt, try my b+tch with a n+gga i’m stiff
came in here wit a gun in my vuitton, with these, ayy

[chorus]
in my pocket, i fill it with bands, i’m in dubai workin’ the gym
throne in my money keep pullin’ me in, pour a pint count a hundred again
and them b+tches keep callin’ me wilt, try my b+tch with a n+gga i’m stiff
came in here wit a gun in my vuitton, with these p’s i’ma flex i need two arms
and the weed flavored bliff like a poupon, get my hunger from og with coupons
now i’m up in my fit cost a 3ball, i pull up in some tint with the pipe drawn
i was trappin’ a spot with the lights out, i was workin’ that crim to the white house
i was dreamin’ about money and focused on hundreds, now sh+t ‘came a part of my life now

[verse]
oh, you talk about money you know it, i put up by the hundreds, not franklin’s
i’m talkin’ bout hundreds off workin’ them bowls, you get more when you workin’ a load
you get paid just for workin’ that dope, sh+t you get double, you fly in a load
you can’t even spend it you broke , you can’t even spend it you broke (yeah)
i run up my money me long aye, like bari i die in vlone aye
my lil pistol with 30, she grown, she bustin’ on sight, she raw, we shootin’ on sight, if it’s on
and i get back to that cash in that shoe box, i need more than a lil, i need 2 lots
i’m on phone conversatin’ about new crops, my lil shooters exited for new glocks
get a couple, you ran through a few jocks, tip the dog, man, we trap by the new spot
work a define deposit on missin’, and a ravin deport with some titties (my trap)
and i f+ck her then back on some business, call folk, now the passenger in it
you know glu gon’ stick to a millie, lil n+gga want change then shoot out the bentley

[chorus]
in my pocket, i fill it with bands, i’m in dubai workin’ the gym
throne in my money keep pullin’ me in, pour a pint count a hundred again
and them b+tches keep callin’ me wilt, try my b+tch with a n+gga i’m stiff
came in here wit a gun in my vuitton, with these p’s i’ma flex i need two arms
and the weed flavored bliff like a poupon, get my hunger from og with coupons
now i’m up in my fit cost a 3ball, i pull up in some tint with the pipe drawn
i was trappin’ a spot with the lights out, i was workin’ that crim to the white house
i was dreamin’ about money and focused on hundreds, now sh+t ‘came a part of my life now



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