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lirik lagu hall of fame ft baine, jvercetti – gallure

[hook: baine]
i’m all on her page bruh, how you get this paper
[?], like a taper
boy you my #1 hater
but f*ck it, i’m in it to win
get in the game like i’m playing a friend
cup full of red, i be seeing my sins
boy you a mess, i leave you in the bed
you is a p*ssy, you not in the streets
p*ssy boy talking, he can’t pay his bills
cuff your lil thottie, i’m up in her sheets
[?] her in my bedroom, in the hills
countin’ my money right next to my hoes yeah
i get h*lla pay, yeah i got to all my shows
if your lil’ girl wanna get naked, this sh*t get h*lla [?]

[verse 1: jvercetti]
huh, yeah yeah
blow that p*ssy right back, yuh, like yeah, yeah
start to blow that pack with my brothers, ain’t no [?] back
swear to on my brothers, swear to god, b*tch you gon get wet
gon get wet, p*ssy boy, swear that choppa blow you back
choppa heavy as h*ll, hollow tips, hit you in yo’ chest
talking h*lla sh*t, swear to god, i’ll put his a** in h*ll
talking h*lla sh*t behind my back, p*ssy boy gon get paled
yeah, p*ssy boy gon get k!lled
p*ssy boy gon get drilled
step on that p*ssy boy, in rick owens sneakers yeah
step on that boy in designer, my lil b*tch keep gettin finer
p*ssy boy talking, pull up under
[verse 2: gallure]
enough with the talking, i’m on that
what you makin a month, i go blow that
yeah, you say you got money, then show that
ice drowning my neck, no kodak
ice drowning my neck, no boogie
n*ggas irrelevant, lil n*ggas rookie
i was grinding so hard and working so hard, now n*gga look where it took me
huh, don’t be amazed
this a marathon, it’s not a race
toting that choppa, we totin that k
f.n. with a switch, finna take off his braids
told em’ cmere, now i feel like i’m jace
if he talk on the live than i’m catching a case
we gon send em’ to*
we gon send em’ to sp*ce
extended clip on me, i’m toting a drac’
can’t mess with no ho and these n*ggas is fake
this ho tried to shoot told her “get out my face.”
balenciaga, fendi and prada, i’m into the fashion, got rick owens shades
i’m upping the score, now i’m up with the greats
i’m getting me money, don’t care bout no grades
the only time i’m ever stopping is if i got kids, chains, greys and a cane
n*ggas ain’t wit me, and i’m never folding
i’m drowning they city, them n*ggas is frozen
gun jam up, n*gga ima keep cl!cking and going
n*ggas wanna talk till the smith&’ is blowing
get out the way, man the kitchen is smoking
don’t care bout a ho, man i got on rick owens
ain’t scared of no n*gga, i got on rick owens
i ain’t satisfied till i got on rick owens
[hook: baine]
i’m all on her page bruh, how you get this paper
[?], like a taper
boy you my #1 hater
but f*ck it, i’m in it to win
get in the game like i’m playing a friend
cup full of red, i be seeing my sins
boy you a mess, i leave you in the bed
you is a p*ssy, you not in the streets
p*ssy boy talking, he can’t pay his bills
cuff your lil thottie, i’m up in her sheets
[?] her in my bedroom, in the hills
countin’ my money right next to my hoes yeah
countin’ my money right next to my hoes yeah

- gallure

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