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hector vae - pur3 evil lyrics

my body in prada from italy
white gold on my t++th ain’t no silver t++th
gave my shooter a perc he was fidgety
30 bands on me like a trilogy
where i’m from we didn’t know sh+t but misery
i love money just look what it did for me
it’s crazy that racks were my missing piece
i spin his block with no sympathy
they talk all that talk where they gon go
where they gon hide when i pull up they fold
the people around me never break the code
they know if they do i’ll put em in a holе
all of my diamonds they glow
you just a b+tch i know
my shooter off white likе snow
he gon make sure that you pay what you owe
i ain’t call bro ina while
his phone got tapped by the feds
i got work i got white by the pile
he touch my bread end up dead
they can say what they want i just want a check
designer on me black and white like a ref
what color he wearing imma turn it red
he gon leave a stain on the ground where he bled
you can hold me to everything that i just said
i don’t gotta do sh+t just put bread on your head
i dropped outta school how the f+ck could i focus
my dad was in jail he was facing like 10
i don’t know how to fold i don’t bend
pick a side get off of the fence
i got too much so of course imma spend
i’m good for a while i’ve been thinking ahead
don’t play their music around me it’s trash
just left the bank i’m dissecting a stack
i get a bag and i run through it fast
i don’t give a f+ck cause it’s coming right back
then i do it again and again and again
they ain’t flexin sh+t it’s hard not to laugh
i see you outside then we gonna clash
i can’t wait till i turn em into ash
i was in mexico making american bands
i can’t get enough i can’t relax
sweet life i feel like zach
they thought they was it and got left in the past
i’m in la in a coupe, it’s black
don’t got nothin to recoup no advance
i f+ckin hate when they hold out they hands
asking for sh (i’m so sorry)
i bet if i made it right now
and they found out they’d be all on my d+ck
but i forgive i never forget
i told you i’m making a list, i told you that i would be rich
my own blood switched
honest to god i didn’t think they would snitch
blades in my back, the feds in the crib
f+ck em i don’t think i spoke to them since
that’s probably why i can never trust sh+t
cuban links i got racks on my wrist
i was broke i was looking for bliss
if i take a shot then i probably won’t miss
my glock flirty it’s gon blow you a kiss
i keep a strap i ain’t using my fist
we not the same we never gon cl!ck
honest to god i forgot you exist

- hector vae lyrics

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