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casino - grimlxck lyrics

casino lyrics
[intro]
and just like paper, he gon’ fold
and just like home, i get to the o’s
i make him float, just like a boat
designer my glasses, i can’t even see
i got two twin glocks, i ain’t talkin’ about dd
i feel like john cena, he can’t even see me
i pour up the wock’, mix it with the ice
i’m in a casino, i’m rolling the dice
uh, uh, huh
gang, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
gang b*tch, i’m in the coup (aye)
all of my n*ggas tote bl!cks
i ain’t talkin’ bout beyblade, but i let it rip
it’s a walk down, run down, gimme that pole
and just like paper, he gon’ fold
and just like home, i get to the o’s
i make him float, just like a boat
dеsigner my glasses, i can’t evеn see
i got two twin glocks, i ain’t talkin’ about dd
i feel like john cena, he can’t even see me
i pour up the wock’, mix it with the ice
i’m in a casino, i’m rolling the dice
[verse]
you don’t wanna die? better talk to me nice
we spinnin’ his block, not once, but twice
give a f*ck ’bout the tag, i don’t care about the price
it’s 2021, i’m in your device
run off with his sh*t, just like boonk gang
and you can get hit, just like a freight train
he wanna talk, we can get lethal with weapons
i run to the loot and he comin’ in seconds
i’m in the trap making flips, jeff hardy
b*tch, i get the bullets they beatin’ his body
b*tch, i got a white plug, his name bobby
he runnin’ the game, he get sent to the lobby
oh he got a chain? gimme that sh*t
b*tch, i’m on the block and i’m serving the bricks
i don’t got a gun, he get hit with a brick
i got all these bands, so i don’t give a sh*t
aye, i hop out the van ’cause we tote bl!cks
b*tch, i’m in the hood and i’m hitting this l!ck
i shot up his car, then i dip like chips
i hop out the bullets, they hittin’ his fits
i get to the green like celery
he talkin’ ’bout money, boy what is you tellin’ me?
i hang with the k!llers and robbers
he said he got guns? well, my gun it shoot farther
b*tch i’m in the vip with my n*ggas, they ballers
and i’m in a whip with a n*gga named walter
i’m serving the bricks, b*tch i feel like a waiter
the bullets they chew him up just like a gator
he talkin’ that sh*t, bruh i swear he a hater
i’m not a giver, boy, i’m a taker
my diamonds they white, b*tch i’m feeling like paper
and i get the heat like coffee maker

- grimlxck lyrics

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