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smirnoff not voss - ghilas lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m on ‘em marble floors
that’s smirnoff not voss
why they be speakin’ on my cross
i’m on the court, i play for the mavericks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i needed a bag so i started scammin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
back in high school yeah i started trappin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m off a pill, no b*tch i ain’t trippin’ (trippin’)
i’m off a pill, no b*tch i ain’t trippin’ (trippin’, frozy)

[chorus]
i’m on the court, i play for the mavericks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i needеd a bag so i startеd scammin’ (yeah, yeah, yеah)
back in high school yeah i startеd trappin’ (yeah, yeah)
i’m off a pill, no b*tch i ain’t trippin’ (huh, huh)
why the f*ck them b*tches be cappin’ (yeah, yeah)
they never hit l!cks, they were never juggin’ (huh, huh)
can’t relate so b*tch why you judgin’ (yeah, yeah)
your mans ran rick yeah yeah they be joggin’ (yeah, yeah)
[verse]
like, why he rappin’ what he not? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, i got a beam on my knock (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and, whole lotta red in my cup (yeah)
like, b*tch is you ready or not (yeah)
f*ck, i got a million opps (yeah)
but, we got a million chops (yeah, yeah, yeah)
and, i got money in my pockets (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m tryna fly overseas, yeah to ph*ket (huh, yeah)
i’m on ‘em marble floors (yeah)
that’s smirnoff not voss (yeah)
why they be speakin’ on my cross (yeah)
my money fat like ross (ross)
you finna get scammed like ross (ross)
whole lotta shhh in the box (box)
i’m movin’ this sh*t like a boss (boss)
i’m movin’ this sh*t like a boss (like a boss)
she likes how i’m beatin’ up her box (yeah)
she likes how i’m terrorizin’ blocks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m sending that b*tch to the opps (yeah)
now drop the lo, we ain’t gon’ box (yeah)
red beam and knock him out his socks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
red beam yeah send him to the sun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
them rappers wack they be my sons (nah, nah)

[bridge]
yeah, hey, hey
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
them rappers wack they be my sons (huh, huh)
yeah, yeah
huh, huh
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i’m on the court, i play for the mavericks (yeah)
i needed a bag so i started scammin’ (yeah)
back in high school yeah i started trappin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m off a pill, no b*tch i ain’t trippin’ (yeah)
why the f*ck them b*tches be cappin’ (yeah)
they never hit l!cks, they were never juggin’ (yeah)
can’t relate so b*tch why you judgin’ (yeah)
your mans ran rick yeah yeah they be joggin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

- ghilas lyrics

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