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Lil Cease (feat. Armani Caesar) letra


Ayo
Ayo

Ayo, comme des garçons the only heart I got (ah)
Glock in the denim tears, eight ball in my sock
I had no fear, I'm the illest nigga ever walked in cactus plant flea market
He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him
Left his brains hangin' for a peace offerin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yo, wait, I bench press, then bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons
Rubbed the pyrex, took my second wish, I been savage
Trend settin', wide project trench with the twin 'rettas
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Bottega veneta (bottega veneta)
I got the bomb, baby, I got the bomb (ah)
Send squads to the roof, vans on, I put money on your head, but I'm hands on (boom, boom, boom)
My shooter poppin' wheelies in supreme-vansons
Hand-to-hand till the grams gone (ah)
The homie say I'm brazy, my Spanish bitch call me loco
Coco Chanel with the four-four, the high tops with the motos
You ever shot a whole block solo? Presidential ro-ro (brr, brr)
The fn shells crackin' ribs like cotto
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yo, ah)

Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I caesar, leo (woo)
The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
Tell 'em I want the smoke like I'm runnin' hot (hah)
Couldn't wait to see how I was comin' like a money shot (come on)
Bitches starstruck (uh-huh), these niggas, they all lust (what's up?)
I come through, fuck up they swagger, they all stuck (haha)
They give me props 'cause I'm pretty and bossed up (uh-huh)
Run the city like I'm diddy, the hustle is all puff (uh-huh, take that)
On they neck, niggas, I'm up next (huh), really, I'm a vet (come on)
Cut the check, wanna talk or text? Gon' be cash or check (what's up?)
Strip, rap, move a lil' dope, oh, she trap-trap (oh shit)
Cookin' up, sendin' brick money through the cashapp (ah-ha)
I'm back-back, in my bag-bag (hah), bitches mad-mad (let's go)
Stack full of dubs, lil' boy, that's what I laugh at (ah-ha, hahaha)
Major cheese, major v's (ooh)
Whippin' hoes in line, call me major cease (come on)
I be gettin' this money, talkin' major cheese (what else?)
Model type, lookin' right, no agencies (hah, you see it)
Dms full of niggas wantin' dates with me (uh-uh)
But it's money over niggas, I take paper, please (hah)
Like britney spears, oops, I did it again (I did it again)
Shittin' on the very ones that ain't want me to win, fuck 'em (uh-huh)
It's like I never got the joke, I'm always last laughin' (haha)
Armani here to stay, you bitches fast fashion

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