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cheese - summrs lyrics

cheese lyrics
[intro]
yeah*yeah, yeah, who they wanna be? i’m who they wanna be
b*tch, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah
yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah
i got so much f*cking cheese, cheese

[pre*chorus]
who these n*ggas wanna be? they wanna be me
clutching that 43x, my n*ggas shoot from the three

[chorus]
i got so much f*cking cheese, i got so much f*cking cheese
i got so much f*cking cheese, b*tch, my pockets looking obese
i got so much f*cking cheese
everything these n*ggas wеar, i swear that sh*t be so cheap

[verse 1]
i got countеrs everywhere, everywhere i be deep, yeah
kan just went srt, he can’t control that b*tch, he should’ve bought him a f*cking jeep
dior jeans with that cheese, dior jeans with no crease
can give these n*ggas peace, glock 27 got a f*cking—
can’t say it on this b*tch, but the way that b*tch sound, it’s a glitch
if i get caught with this b*tch, you know lil’ rino gotta go sit
hang with all my f*cking dawgs, make them n*ggas go sic
spider ‘rari crawling walls, know these n*ggas be sick
i don’t want no f*cking rick but i hit my dance like i’m lil’ rick
she got a lot of ass up in them pants, like the way that b*tch sit
amg move fast, they like, “where the f*ck this boy went?”
sold that boy some fent’ ’cause that b*tch had me bent
my cup cost a n*gga rent, literally
look at my motherf*cking jacket, that b*tch came from italy
cut off that b*tch two years ago, i know that that b*tch missing me
soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me
i’m high on the motherf*cking holidays, i’m off of that christmas tree
i just met a new plug at the busy bee
all these n*ggas was mugged, of course they hate on me
put that b*tch in that blunt, all we do is smoke runtz, having fun
if my n*gga get caught with that gun, he on the run
i’m high in the sky, b*tch, not in the world
i’m chilling with god, look me in my eyes, see me, see the devil
look at my bezel, vv, vs1 all on my wrist, not on my level
[chorus]
i got so much f*cking cheese, i got so much f*cking cheese
i got so much f*cking cheese, b*tch, my pockets looking obese
i got so much f*cking cheese
everything these n*ggas wear, i swear that sh*t be so cheap

[verse 2]
schedule ii boys, drug business
i just popped a motherf*cking pill and this b*tch got me too lifted
you could say that i’m a pill head, i don’t sip red
i’m lying, i do, my stupid ass had to catch my head

[outro]
had to hit my head, head, head

- summrs lyrics

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