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​​built on belief - ​kasper gem lyrics

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[chorus]
said that i need ’bout six, keep it simple
you know i’m toting that stick
this a big gun no pistol
i need a b*tch that’ll sit, i need a b*tch that’ll listen
i send my bro on a hit, i told fendi go get ’em
i don’t really hit no l!cks, cause i really don’t need em’
i told my b*tch that we getting rich and i know that she believe me
i know that that boy gonna be so counterfeit in the future so you know that we leave him
i got some tupperware up on the counter filled up with some sh*t that you wouldn’t believe

[verse]
do you really believe in me?
i got some c, money grow from a tree
i don’t see n0body told hеr it’s just me
why you tryna act like i gotta reminiscе?
do you really believe in me?
i got some c, money grow from a tree
i don’t see n0body told her it’s just me
why you tryna act like i gotta reminisce?
i got it ready, preparing spaghetti whenever you’re ready
i’m not talking ’bout no dinner lil b*tch but he leaking that red when i wet him, yuh
ima just go get that fetti, i’m getting that cheddar, i get mozzarella
i know that i’m better than everybody, but how could i go tell ’em?
i’m on the top of their heads, on the top of their brains and my tip in her mouth
i don’t wanna go play all of these games, so you tell me what it’s all about
i can’t believe i let you make me feel so lame ’cause baby it’s the other way around
i*i can’t believe that i put you on this game, i know better picking out the crowds
talkin’ that sh*t and i let this b*tch bang
like the big bang, i created that boy like the f*ckin’ big bang
everybody looking at me like “who is this boy?” when i walk in the bank
but the bank b*tch know my name
yeah ’cause i walk in that b*tch every day
you should’ve seen all of their faces when they heard me talking about 50k
[chorus]
said that i need ’bout six, keep it simple
you know i’m toting that stick
this a big gun no pistol
i need a b*tch that’ll sit, i need a b*tch that’ll listen
i send my bro on a hit, i told fendi go get ’em
i don’t really hit no l!cks, cause i really don’t need em’
i told my b*tch that we getting rich and i know that she believe me
i know that that boy gonna be so counterfeit in the future so you know that we leave him
i got some tupperware up on the counter filled up with some sh*t that you wouldn’t believe

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