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rose gold - g herbo lyrics

[intro]
(lil’ mexico, yeah, ayo mexico, uh*huh)
uh, word, word
gang gang
i swear, we don’t even go to the house party no more
we just shoot that b*tch up
yeah

[verse]
uh, i smell p*ssy (p*ss)
if i catch a n*gga snooze, that’s a pair of cookies (bang)
you never beat me in ball, and you f*ckin’ rookie (rookie)
try and help n*ggas see me in awe, and they overlook me
used to tote a .30, and it’s still 30 to book me
might charge you a 20 if i’m player, keep it lil’ g
roll gelato, put it in the air, me and lil’ g
out in public, all the white folks stare, i don’t f*cking care
g*fazo everything i wear, i don’t f*cking carе
amiri, i bought every pair, i’m a millionaire
k!llеrs, i blend in with ’em, uh, chameleon*aire
how i know about them shootouts?
i was really there (really there)
wacked a n*gga, (?) my pop, till that black sh*t flew to the top
n*ggas really was dropping the opps, and we wasn’t gon’ stop till this rap sh*t flew to the top
you walk in the (?), we got that b*tch red hot
heard last night somebody caught a headshot
polka dot, polka dot, n*ggas got choppas and dreads like it’s (?)
(?) n*ggas (?) open up like soda pop (pss, pa)
50 out the glock till that b*tch get over hot
all they do is drill a lot
rappin’ like they gon’ shoot sh*t but i know they not
i was eatin’ ramen, now i’m pullin’ rovers off the lot
lotta n*ggas hatin’ but don’t comment cuz’ they know i got it
in that b*tch, whippin’ overnight until my shoulder lock
overcooked my first two three tries, i ain’t know a lot
i was rushing, microwave that b*tch cuz’ i ain’t wanna (?)
sold for profit, got addicted to that sh*t, and i ain’t wanna stop
b*tch, you was home a lot
i was on the block
always hit yo’ head on a book
mine was on a glock
stay tough, on the gram, on the book
i been really plottin’
gotta watch for n*ggas plotting, watchin’
uh, keep a pocket rocket
know you like how i ran my sh*t to the sky
my lil’ pockets rocket
(?) smoke, (?) og sky, we exotic sparkin’
blunt on my exotic, park it
all this ice on my neck, i’m out here like i’m not a target
if for your life, i don’t gotta bargain
b*tch
uh, b*tch

- g herbo lyrics

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