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len & fimiguerrero - silhouette lyrics

[intro: len]
uh, hold on
(haha, jay f, run it back)
ay, ay

[chorus: len]
baby girl, i ain’t got time, out there’s a bigger check
and you know i like your style, i love your silhouette
i put them keys inside, no friction, ’cause my wrist stay wet
i’m whippin’ keys inside my kitchen, i met demons on a mission (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: len]
this money brought me demons, ah
got tired angels on me, ah
she told me she ain’t leavin’, ah
i told her she don’t want this
i could break your heart, but you can’t say i ain’t honest
only thing that makes me smile is hearin’ ’bout profits
huh, 1.5 for the show, it’s funny, i still ain’t blown
huh, it’s safе to say i been on the road, it’s funny, i’m still on the road
money and honеys, wherever i go
white gold, yellow gold, my t++th bipolar
that coke like coca+cola and i had dot like coca+cola
b+brick same way as a kid, put that brick in a baby stroller
fourteen years old, i was just growin’ up
no one showed up and i showed love
from then i knew there was no love
from then i knew there was no love
swear i only trust myself, i’m sorry
[chorus: len]
baby girl, i ain’t got time, out there’s a bigger check
and you know i like your style, i love your silhouette
i put them keys inside, no friction, ’cause my wrist stay wet
i— i’m whippin’ keys inside my kitchen, i— i met demons on a mission (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: fimiguerrero]
d+mn, i speak to jurisdiction, that’s why no one listens (listens, uh)
no convincin’ the addiction, i was sixteen droppin’ pickings
i didn’t play fifa 18, had top bins like rooney kicked it
but they keep on missin’
had to sell my p4, but i flipped ’em
call scam victim, girls lyin’ on my phone, trippin’
how could i care when mum got that mail of eviction?
life’s like stairs, looked down and laughed and you man slipped in (haha)
they had a head start, i was dealt cards and i f+ckin’ blitzed ’em
m+my mother bust inside my room, went on no caller and then she cried (she cried)
she he— she heard my voice and the beeping iphone 5
same with cards stacked on my pillows, laptop to my side (l— l— laptop to my side)
had no choice, my first instinct was to lie, but i knew she didn’t care, she had the look inside her eyes

[outro: fimiguerrero]
there’s no more enemies, it’s nice
never, nigerian man in a german car and italian leather

- len fimiguerrero lyrics

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