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bulbasaur - lil altoid lyrics

[intro]
that’s like calling 1*800*collect*an*ass*whupping. and no, that ain’t no toll*free call, partner
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (okay, yeah, okay, yeah)
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

[chorus]
dior, balenci (balenci), mike amiri, got fendi, got prada (on god, yeah)
and i got louis v, true’ on me, gucci (what?)
b*tch you know i’m ’boutta bag vespucci (yeah)
your money can’t get like this (can’t get like this)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (can’t drip like this)
your money can’t get like this (okay, okay)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

[verse 1]
i’m ’bout my green and i got the game on my back
y’all n*ggas my seeds, no bulbasaur
speaking on me and my n*gga just might get you k!lled
my name holding weight like voldemort
new switch, who you know with a stick like this?
two clips, who gon’ air this b*tch out like this? (grrt)
got a chop in the back with the glock with the beam (okay)
you is not with the gang you is not with the team (yeah, yeah)
i been chilling with a bad b*tch with her ass out (ass out)
third perc of the day make a n*gga pass out (pass out)
got wraps in the back ’cause we finna gas out (on god)
and i gotta grab the mic ’cause i’m finna spazz out (yeah, what?)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this, yeah, woah (on god, no way, oh no)
’cause lame n*ggas can’t get like this, yeah, yeah (what? what?)
[chorus]
dior, balenci (balenci), mike amiri, got fendi, got prada (on god, yeah)
and i got louis v, true’ on me, gucci (what?)
b*tch you know i’m ’boutta bag vespucci (yeah)
your money can’t get like this (can’t get like this)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (can’t drip like this)
your money can’t get like this (okay, okay)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

[verse 2]
if i say i’ma slide, i’ma slide with a clip that’s as long as a ruler (grrt)
my partner pull up pop*pop*pop your medulla
you wasn’t ’bout it boy, you said you a shooter (ayy, yeah)
but you was fumbling the glock you a loser (ayy, ayy)
n*gga my glock got a switch (and i’m spillin’ it)
and i’m in a drop top with your b*tch (and she feelin’ it)
you tattle*telling you a snitch (what’s the deal with it?)
murakami with the rick (ayy, ayy)
if i’m out in uk, i’m with my n*gga xav
we show out like the queen with the riches
i mix the chrome with the commes, that’s why every time we out, it equals me, xav, plus some b*tches
dior, balenci, frankly i’m balling, kaminsky
tell that b*tch n*gga come get me (yeah, what?)
all of my woadies got forties (ayy)
but i might pull up with a fifty (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
[chorus]
dior, balenci (balenci), mike amiri, got fendi, got prada (on god, yeah)
and i got louis v, true’ on me, gucci (what?)
b*tch you know i’m ’boutta bag vespucci (yeah)
your money can’t get like this (can’t get like this)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (can’t drip like this)
your money can’t get like this (okay, okay)
y’all n*ggas can’t drip like this (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

- lil altoid lyrics

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