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snakes in the grass - coree stacey lyrics

[chorus]
i want that rich n*gga life
i want that money and power, respect
f*ck the world, i been rollin’ the dice
cherish you while i’m here for the night
trap is gon’ play at my funeral
i love her soul ’cause she beautiful
breakin’ the bank when it’s time to go ball
shower her wrist and the carat gold, solid
snakes in the grass
i cannot move like i’m regular
talkin’ my sh*t like the president
hoes wanna flock at my residence
with medallions freezin’ my chest
why my ice supеr heavy?
it look like it frozen and squeezin’
and brеakin’ my neck
ferarri, no tint, you can see what i meant
down on my last, so i’m due for a win
sippin’ on corry’s and sippin’ on gin
rockin’ old vintage, i’m f*ckin’ on twin
quiet on sunday, i’m washin’ my sins
one hand on the steerin’ wheel, dawg
thinkin’, like, “how i’ma get in my dough?”
’23, thinkin’ ’bout me is my dough
who i cut off when i’m makin’ my dough?
[verse 1]
tell me what you gon’ do to get lit?
wanna bust out my wrist with my b*tch
i ain’t rich but i’m ’bout to be rich
watch yo back, now we know who’ll switch
f*ck it, i leave with the frog eyes
all*black like i creep with the mob ties
i bezzled the cheek with the blue fives
turn me up on this b*tch, i been too live
i turned her into a savage
girl, out patrollin’, i done turned to a addict
can’t trust a ho around gucci and tatted
live by a code, you ain’t come from this fabric
she like designer and drip is in fashion
can’t say her name, it might cause a reaction
stack it up, look like a brick in this b*tch
you would think that i really was sellin’ that sh*t
they think i went vegan, the way i been stackin’ this paper and gettin’ this green
it’s hard tryna break all these habits
she bad, she don’t even need captions
i don’t want no petit freaks
i call her a goat and she swallow this seed
every track, i might hop on and spazz
way too hard, ’bout to dip out and crash
all my money in 100s and 50s
i copped me a bag when i hit me a dime
n*ggas goin’ out broke for a image
i can’t be relatin’, i’m worried ’bout mines
i fell in love with a ho, now i f*ck on a ho
and get low on a ho
stay low, i ain’t showin’ my hand
that’s why i go cold in advance
[chorus]
i want that rich n*gga life
i want that money and power, respect
f*ck the world, i been rollin’ the dice
cherish you while i’m here for the night
trap is gon’ play at my funeral
i love her soul ’cause she beautiful
breakin’ the bank when it’s time to go ball
shower her wrist and the carat gold, solid
snakes in the grass
i cannot move like i’m regular
talkin’ my sh*t like the president
hoes wanna flock at my residence
with medallions freezin’ my chest
why my ice super heavy?
it look like it frozen and squeezin’
and breakin’ my neck
ferarri, no tint, you can see what i meant
down on my last, so i’m due for a win
sippin’ on corry’s and sippin’ on gin
rockin’ old vintage, i’m f*ckin’ on twin
quiet on sunday, i’m washin’ my sins
one hand on the steerin’ wheel, dawg
thinkin’, like, “how i’ma get in my dough?”
23, thinkin’ ’bout me is my dough
who i cut off when i’m makin’ my dough?
[verse 2]
i’m mindin’ my body, i’m mindin’ my mind
my sh*t is to watchy, i can’t tell the time
it’s levels on levels on levels on levels
demon time got me pushin’ the pedal
you know they can’t f*ck with the kid
you know that them n*ggas gon’ f*ck with the kid
my sh*t way too litty, might suck on her titty
i still rock a fitted, i need me a richard
come out the water, we come out the fire
f*ck it, i’m doin’ just fine
tatted all over her titty
might creep in this bentley
and come out the side
pateks and audemaurs
which one should i pick? man, i need ’em all
diamonds gon’ flood, all over my body
i can’t seem shake em or fl!ck em off
pelican feathers, it look like i’m drippin’
and draped, and i’m pimpin’, no simpin’
you get game from the pigeons and b*tches
f*ck a snake, let ’em swim with the fishes
you know it’s sweet like some minute maid
turn my vvs to purple, to lemonade
n*ggas really should shut up and listen
why the f*ck would i? set on no kizzy
move like a artist, i came out the garden
i’m tryna ball out like i’m hardy
she on that grey goose and caviar
alligators, umbrellas, we need a lawyer
just know if i got it, i bought it
i ain’t written not sh*t, for the moment
n*ggas down say i f*ck up a kizzy
n*ggas sniff it like bobby and whitney

- coree stacey lyrics

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