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escargot - elcamino & chase fetti lyrics

verse 1: chase fetti:

n*gga got some soul in this sh*t, man, uh, i come from morals and integrity, n*gga, yeah, protocol, y’all know me
you one of them n*ggas that’s in the last spot (f*ckin’ bum)
you was always b*tch you had a bad shot (f*ck outta here)
the blocks never vouched for you
i never met a n*gga that said they got a ounce from you (never)
i made my strip bubble like a mountain dew (y’all know me)
i’m usually known to stay at the fontainebleau but that sh*t got corny to me
that german ruger the only b*tch that’s foreign to me
i told my b*tch i’m the new nip you gon’ be lurin’ to mе (what you gon’ do, b*tch?)
ain’t got to worry about nothin’, we gon’ have more and plеnty (that’s a fact)
i’m more a biggie, my words witty, n*gga i was signin’ scales in my third city (hahaha)
they ain’t know if i was, rappin’ or wrappin’ bricks and ready to pass ’em off (n*gga couldn’t figure it out)
sh*t, them n*ggas started singin’ like a gladys song (f*ckin’ rats)
about to ask my jeweler what the padded cost (what’s the number?)
you reach for it and you gettin’ smoked like a bad exhaust (brrr)
i know you n*ggas hate it sh*t i ain’t even mad at y’all (i ain’t mad), we shootin’ sh*t like a basketball
verse 2: elcamino:

ayo, champagne glasses, bad b*tches wit’ accents, uh
i’m talkin’ never set foot in a pair of maxes, uh (uhuh)
i’m talkin’ g*wagon, b*tches, bentleys, and ashes, uh
i’m talkin’ private cabanas b*tches relaxin’
brought the first load back, then i burn the last in (bring it at home)
you ain’t puttin’ on nothin’ don’t ask me why i’m taxin’ (take the sh*t man)
don’t play with my money treat this hit like your dad sh*t (word)
for every sh*t you f*ck up, that’s just more than your ass whipped
my b*tch come from wealth, she was raised like a kardashian
i’m out front parked in the benz soon as a class in (hurry up baby)
we makin’ movies and sh*t, you know we craftin’ (you know we craftin’), then i’m back out in the streets collectin’ back*ins (uhuh)
this free game that i teach, they can’t grasp it (they can’t grasp it)
it’s like i’m speaking chinese or pig latin, uh (or pig latin)
they too wanted igs thinkin’ of captions (they crazy), fast forward now they big homie payin’ for caskets, pshh…

- elcamino chase fetti lyrics

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