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lil stair - gucci sandals lyrics

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b-tch boi nibba spaghetti

[chorus]
pullin up in my lambo
sellin bricks at the bando
i dont f-ck wit no candles
my alpaca got gucci sandals

i make double or triple yo salary
f-ckin yo b-tch she gone marry me
my nibbas a trappin at dairy queen
give me a xan ima drink that lean

suck my d-ck i c-m twice
check my wrist i got ice
all i doin is rollin dice
f-ck that b-tch like white on rice

hit that b-tch in the face with my cream
b-tch so sl-tty she f-cked the whole team
dressed from head to toe in supreme
gucci goggles on like u never seen

sellin dope in the hood b-tch
i dont f-ck wit no good b-tch

got my phd at harvard wigga
im the smartest wigga
i drive a f-ckin rari wigga
im a f-ckin artist wigga

spend 20 racks on a new watch ay
put that next to my versace
i f-cked yo b-tch and yo mom is g-y
beatin my meat all godd-mn day

my clout levels always risin
private jet how im flying
check the billboards im climbing
poppin fake xans ima dyin

f-ck a b-tch then i p-ss her to the gang
spend a couple hundred k on a new chain
young wigga ain’t like to sw-ng
soulja boy do like to crank

got ice on my neck b-tch
got them limes on deck b-tch
got m’s on my cheque b-tch
all i do is flex b-tch

lil stair the freshest wigga comin out in my town
i dont f-ck around (i dont f-ck around)
lil stair the freshest wigga comin out in my town
i dont f-ck around (i dont f-ck around)

- lil stair lyrics

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