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$VINT$

Svints Gold be the TM
Trophie, Maney in the BM
She fiending for our DM
Never want to be them

I like stacking guap
Huf, all my socks
She gon give me top
I don't fuck with cops
Savage, tatted addict
In the Range Rover
Smoking strange clover
I'm ghostin, like October
I'm spazzing, disappearing
I'm stuck, quadruple cup
I turn her to a slut
All this paper give me cuts
These snakes, I cannot trust
I like bread, no crust
Turn the fuck up
Svints, only us
King Maney got a sack
Known across the map
Double G's on the belt
Fuck her automat
They say I'm chosen
Sprite with the codeine
I'm a star
Bout to burst
On you fucking posers

Svints Gold be the TM
Trophie, Maney in the BM
She fiending for our DM
Never want to be them

Svints, we don't play fairly
Dressed up, beyond rarely
Eyes bloody, off Mary
Dirty Sprite, and Burberry
Thankful that my drank full
Gasoline by the tank full
Cuff your chick
She tied down
I could get that bitch untangled
Tat parlor like every week
Never could I get enough ink
Gucci all on my waistline
Versace all on my cufflink
Switching lanes in my two door
Bad bitch inside, that's no joke
Drive slow, like old folk
White gold in my cold rope
Smoke dope, still drank drank
That Jameson, no Anton
Svints Gold, we bout to blow
That motherfuckin land bomb
First class, I'm taking flights
Foreign countries, I land on
Walk up in the lobby
All the bitches get their fan on

Svints Gold be the TM
Trophie, Maney in the BM
She fiending for our DM
Never want to be them

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