BONES - 42Carats (Produced By: Greaf) | Текст песни

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[Verse]
Vince up on my tags, stay relaxed in knitted rags
My hoes covered in Neiman bags, find me posted in the gash
With the lights off
Used to smoke that shit that's smells just like Lysol
I never liked y'all
So I stay in my house, got up on my couch
Don't open up my mouth 'til I make sure the check don't bounce
See when we steppin' out, don't need no weapons out
I used to get left out, now I don't need no extra clout
You and yours so extra doubt, that's way too much you doin'
It's way too far, you better stretch before you pull it
Never see me out, I'm on a private route
Still hop the fences on the nights we used to hide it out
Now I just do me and they so quick to go and write it down
You can do the things I do but never be who I am now
In this bitch forever, 42 carats in my sweater
I'm ready, we set the bar like it's heavy
Then go like Richard Petty

[Outro]
Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
I see the same faces, I see the same things
Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
I see the same faces, I see the same things


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