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gelato - young esco lyrics

gelato lyrics
[intro]
[dddddvtchieeeeee]
uh!
[refrain]
smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet )
stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
i pray the god for my soul that he keep
( i pray the god for my soul that he keep )
been in the trap & it feel like a week
( been in the trap & it feel like a ——— )

[verse]
smoking gelato ‘
i get on my feet
stay in the field ‘
i think i need cleats
i pray the god
for my soul that he keep
been in the trap
& it feel like a week
stack up the cash
i’m making it ‘ neat
so many tricks
that i got on my sleeve
just zoed a n*gga ‘
i ain’t even meet
feel like a chef when i’m whipping ‘ boutique
my b*tch a baddie her body ‘ botique
not giving matta ’
then you gotta leave
not being rude ‘
ima keep it a g
me and yg
really swerved on the d’s
cops wanna know
but i would never speak
that be the opps
don’t f*ck with the d’s
smoking on ***
i barely could breath x
smoking on r***
i barely could see
i was so broke
now ah n*gga be balling
1 ‘95 when i hop in a foreign
twenty four seven ’
ah n*gga be touring
bad lil b*tch in the crib ‘
and she whoring
she wanna ride ‘
wanna record it
backing it up ‘
not doing giving a warning
i hit it once ‘
she feeling important
like uh !!
[ verse ]
she like the way i maneuver rocking amiri
not wearing no pumas
stay with a g i stay with a ooters
stay with the cuz ‘
i stay with the ******
f*ck all the opps
them n*ggas is losers ( head tap head tap )
hit the madula ( head tap head tap )
boy is a rumor
[ refrain ]
smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
( know what the *** going on man )
stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( mixtape out now ***** )
i pray the god for my soul that he keep
( uh don’t *** round like )
couldn’t be me i stay with a ruler uh!

[ bridge ]
bro got gelato
i’m smoking the ****
too many dead n*ggas up in this blunt
slide to the *** go to the truck
spin thru back‘ through the front
how many shots? more than buck
i see a opp and i back out the uhh
shawty a treesh she wanna rump
go to the bank making the runs uh!
my n*ggas still on the block
they tucking the glock
we praying the opp spinning
my n*ggas still in the box
he wasn’t a joke
that n*gga was not kidding
them n*ggas know we is not with it
louie fendi ‘ with the glock in it
big 40 cal with a mop in it
roll up a wood with a opp in it
like
[refrain]
smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet )
stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
been in the trap & it feel like a uh yeah
stack up the cash i’m making it
( stack up the cash i’m making it ‘ ———
[intro]

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