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Chorus: Fimiguerrero
We used to be poor
Now we fuck up the store (Blap, blap)
Get some money (Yeah)
Then buy some more
Turn that bitch a whore
She saw my money (Ha, ha)
It's not my fault (Yeah)
Tingly feeling in my core (Fuck, fuck)
That's just the molly (Yeah)
I'll pour some more (Ah)
I hate when niggas try to call (Fuck off)
You ain't so funny (Yeah, yeah), so I ignore
Verse 1: Fimiguerrero
I'm rolling, so it's fuck that
Bare drugs in my rucksack
It's MCM, I'm an MCM
But her boyfriend ain't clock that
Double cup stuff, yeah, I'm tossed up
And my bitch asking, "What's that?"
I'm leaned off, I'm E'd off
I'm greened off, and I'm P'd off
Pink shit in my lean cup
With an E pill and a weed cough
My bitch said I gotta ease off
My neck and wrist gonna freeze off
I'm a real nigga, I don't need love
I need gloves, and I need guns
And I need funds 'cause your P's done
Chorus: Fimiguerrero, wane
We used to be poor
Now we fuck up the store (Blap, blap)
Get some money (Yeah)
Then buy some more
Turn that bitch a whore
She saw my money (Ha, ha)
It's not my fault (Yeah)
Tingly feeling in my core (Fuck, fuck)
That's just the molly (Yeah)
I'll pour some more (I'll pour some more, ah)
I hate when niggas try to call (Yeah, fuck off)
You ain't so funny (Ey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ey), so I ignore
Verse 2: wane
Maroko, potrójny Range Rover, tak jak mafia
Maluję to jak Andy Warhol, Fimi jak Basquiat
Wój squad jak lont, go spalam
Wchodzę i włączam alarm
Przestałem grać według zasad
Chciały [?], byłem mad
Now we fuck up the store (The store)
Chciałem spełnić sen, a teraz nie zagram za sto (Nah)
Pytasz mnie, co chcę (Chcę), I'm 'bout to get some more (Some more)
Oplułeś mnie na starcie, teraz wiesz, że to był błąd (Yeah)
Wiesz, że to był—
Yeah, yeah,, my zawsze wiemy, co jest co
Nie było mnie przez chwilę, nikt nie wiedział, jak mi szło
Przepraszam za ten delay, teraz wylewam tą złość
Jak coś mnie nie zabije, będę głosem round the globe
Bridge: wane
(Oh)
Przepraszam za ten delay, teraz wylewam tą złość
Jak coś mnie nie zabije, będę głosem round the globe
Chorus: Fimiguerrero
We used to be poor
Now we fuck up the store (Blap, blap)
Get some money (Yeah)
Then buy some more
Turn that bitch a whore
She saw my money (Ha, ha)
It's not my fault (Yeah)
Tingly feeling in my core (Fuck, fuck)
That's just the molly (Yeah)
I'll pour some more (Ah)
I hate when niggas try to call (Fuck off)
You ain't so funny (Yeah, yeah), so I ignore
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