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vantra - snakes lyrics

(intro)
cosmic
garo
vantra

(777villain)
yeah, every time i pop out
yo b+tch be like, yeah, yeah
by the way, i get racks if you couldn’t tell, yeah
hit your b+tch from the back, she ain’t finna tell, yeah
come and trap, we do cash, b+tch, it ain’t no zelle, yeah
i run the pack like nfl, yeah i got one of ones on my body
you ain’t getting this sh+t on grailed
count up money, my favorite hobby
this hoe love the spot, like, she just wanna be somebody
g17 with the dot, extendo, it go fye fye eat your body
n+gga, i’m not your buddy
hmm, this b+tch think i’m a dummy, she just said she love me
what?
oh my god, she sl+tty, uh
audemars is slushy
we pull up, he goin’ inside
about my money, it’s do or die
run up on me, that’s suicide
casually get this cash, she want me to wife her, like, i don’t know, she fye
n+ggas snakin’, better cut your grass before they bite yo ass
220 on my dash, i might spaz, f+ck it i might crash
on my block, you not gon’ last, not to brag, but i get cash
(vantra)
not gon’ lie, i get cash, but i’m always just gon’ do it better
i got a foreign b+tch overseas, i put her on rosetta
you would think your b+tch is christian when she gettin’ on her knees
i be catchin’ all these bags all while you be catchin’ all these z’s
i don’t be f+ckin’ with no broke b+tches, you can’t set me up
b+tch, i done got so rich, i done bought my ass a bentley cup
got this g +17, i might catch your lil’ ass belly up
if your ass just wanna try me, b+tch, you better ready up
come correct, count the checks
makin’ less
can’t relate
i just pull up in a pj, i’m still late
i just got a new ap, b+tch, i can’t f+ckin’ wait
expensive timing, different grinding, b+tches whining
i got the rocks on my wrist, b+tch, i went climbin’
diamonds in my ears, b+tch, all i hear is money
racks up to my ears, b+tch, i can’t hear nun
he smokin’ on that crack b+tch and it’s k!llin’ ya
i’m smokin’ on that green b+tch on that indica
she feelin’ up on my body cause she not feelin’ ya
and all your diamonds is fake, its just be real to ya
how long it take to get to the cheddar, to get to the cheese
b+tch, i gettin’ the money, b+tch i got the money disease
b+tch, i’m gettin’ the money, b+tch i got the money disease, (edited)

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