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slim dinero - guala lyrics

[intro]
ya
you already know
ya ya ya
2k on the beat

[chorus: slim dinero]
drip drop when i step in the room
pissed off cuz my diamonds exclusive
n-gg-s know how i move
and baby girl like how we do this
this money keep callin my line
i told baby this money needs time
blow it fast i ain’t savin’ a dime
go get you a bag don’t you worry bout’ mine
then i got a bag and i bossed up
now see the kid and get starstruck
i just need me the guala
do it for free do it for free told her bring me the dollars
oh nah nah nah nah
we can’t go to benihanas
lord knows i blow dope like a rasta
all these flows they gone get me some guala

{verse 1: roney]
i don’t pay for sex but i pay for the drugs
halal on me got my paper up
i don’t pay for much
no rub and tug
hit shorty up for a rub and a tug
your boyfriend trippin like he pay for the love
love me and i don’t even pay for much
i don’t for the grubba
i don’t pay for the drugs
won’t pay for your bills
won’t pay for your son
i don’t pay no mind to no bird-brained hoe
say less keep [?]
i could teach you the game
i could tell you where to go
keep f-ckin with a boy like me on the low
these n-gg-s bozos and my dogs cutthroat
head so hot but my heart so cold
headshot to the dead opps and their folks
i’m the type of guy that will f-ck up bro code
she ain’t livin’ off me though
h-ll no
she give it up cuz she heard a n-gg- sells dope
on the wave in the game doin’ backstrokes
put her on her back and i give her that stroke
game in the [?] code
trippin on coco
d-ck game made the same b-tch go loco
i don’t catch feelings
i ain’t trippin that’s bro code
f-ck em’ never love em’
gettin’ the money that the moto

[verse 2: slim dinero]
this shit easy like tic tac toe
she heard i got sauce baby it’s that flow
f-ckin’ with a boss brings you big bands though
had to shake her off tell her diss that hoe
and i told her cut all the chit chat
do it for free
baby tryna let me hit that
bro a dream so i woke up and get that
i hit it good baby said she got whiplash
and i chose big racks
so they tellin’ me i’m the chosen one
can’t n-body say that you owe me one
i got it myself i need all these funds
baby i might bring you home for fun
you f-ckin’ with n-gg-s lemme show you some

- slim dinero lyrics

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