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van cleef poppin - summrs lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
brrr
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
and these racks ain’t stopping, got these b*tches falling out of my pocket, huh
lil’ b*tch, i’m popping, know a couple n*ggas wanna pop me, huh
got some n*ggas wanna copy, left wrist went van cleef popping, huh
you sitting on your ass, lil’ baby, i’ma take her shopping, huh
[verse 1]
in the back of the rolls truck, i’m nodding off
let’s get it on, p*ssy n*gga, let’s play ball
free my n*ggas from them shackles, f*ck the law
free sosa, yeah, he short, but this money tall
colorblind when it’s not the money
slime his ass like his nose runny
n*gga, wake up and get the money
n*gga, wake up and smoke the finest
with thе freaks, i’ma keep it a hundred
n*gga, all of my diamonds stunning
she gon’ еat me up until the morning
i used to be broke, i was too bummy
chew them percs just like some gummies
have my n*gga run you down, get to gunning, yeah
wrap it up just like a mummy
i’m a millionaire, dummy
i’m off of that white with them snow bunnies
his pockets so crummy
she hop on that d*ck and get to jumping
i’ma have my n*gga slap him, sh*ll cases get to dumping
bullets flying everywhere, we gon’ put him in the air
stack my money, need some stairs, ’cause this sh*t get overwhelming
and these n*ggas keep on telling, that’s why we gon’ leave him smelling

[chorus]
and these racks ain’t stopping, got these b*tches falling out of my pocket, huh
lil’ b*tch, i’m popping, know a couple n*ggas wanna pop me, huh
got some n*ggas wanna copy, left wrist went van cleef popping, huh
you sitting on your ass, lil’ baby, i’ma take her shopping, huh
[verse 2]
ysl on my denim, stuff them racks up in
came through this b*tch trim than a f*cking lambchop, yeah
we gon’ handle the smoke, p*ssy, we don’t call cops
came through b*tch in a double m, a drop*drop
god made me a millionaire, praise to allah
i’m in magic city throwing racks at these strippers
free all my n*ggas and k!ll all the snitches
i’m the one investing in all my k!llers
mask off, his last fight was his k!ller
hang around felons and drug dealers
fighting my case with these f*ck n*ggas
watch out for snakes, i don’t trust n*ggas
when i flash out, just wanna bust, n*gga
turn his ass into some dust, n*gga
red key, i’m in track mode
when i’m in the back, i’m in relax mode
sipping out of champagne flutes with a black ho
tryna f*ck your mama, i’m in that mode
pockets full just like a fat ho

- summrs lyrics

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