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• Artiste: Lil Gnar
• Titre: Hey!
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Yeah, hey In my face Hey Step up in the room, these diamonds hit you in the face (Yeah) Put a lil' molly on her tongue, how's the taste? (Taste) I just sit back, count the bag all day (Yeah) Got a quarter million, so I'm finna snatch a Wraith (Skrt) I'm a boss, I could never be a worker on these niggas Double R, know I'm slidin' with the curtain on these niggas (Slidin') Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose off a nigga (Slatt) You don't want the smoke, think you asthmatic Fucking groupies on the road, my bitch getting mad Baby, I'm a rockstar, don't know how to act Real rager, can't tame it Gеtting brain in the Range 'cause I'm famous Chеwing on the molly, slidin' in the Aventador Finna get the panties off the baddest IG whores Put the hood up on my back, got the strap on my waistline Put that on my soul, you will never come and take mine Made another mill' from a deal, I'm like bet My bitch said that I'm a dog, so she must be a vet Only thing up on my mind is some money and some sex Big ol' Birkin bag, my bitch so bad, she gotta have it I can't even cap, I got a lot of bad habits Money cure my pain (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Big ol' diamond rocks (Yeah, ice, ice, ice) Hit a pussy-nigga right up in the motherfucking face Hey Step up in the room, these diamonds hit you in the face (Yeah) Put a lil' molly on her tongue, how's the taste? (Taste) I just sit back, count the bag all day (Yeah) Got a quarter million, so I'm finna snatch a Wraith I'm a boss, I could never be a worker on these niggas Double R, know I'm slidin' with the curtain on these niggas (Know I'm slidin') Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose off a nigga (Slatt) You don't want the smoke, think you asthmatic They don't want no motherfuckin' smoke with Lil Keed I put money in her bank account, put bitches on they knees (Yes sir) Grrah, grrah, grrah, hit 'em up, now they grieving And we all walk in, nah, we ain't leavin' (Grr-Grr) I wore Dior to the draws today (Haha) Yes, my dick rock her soft jaw today Dumb bitch, you know I'ma be paid for days Know my slime know that I paved the way (I do) Know I wish a nigga trip while I got that hundred grand on me Yes, she said she my number one fan, knowing she wanna put it on me But I need your only one fan, yeah, I need you fucking on me Yeah, the real-real know what I'm saying and you fucking don't Hey (Slimeball) Step up in the room, these diamonds hit you in the face (Yeah) Put a lil' molly on her tongue, how's the taste? (Taste) I just sit back, count the bag all day (Yeah) Got a quarter million, so I'm finna snatch a Wraith I'm a boss, I could never be a worker on these niggas Double R, know I'm slidin' with the curtain on these niggas (Know I'm slidin') Big slime, I'll wipe the whole nose off a nigga (Slatt) You don't want the smoke, think you asthmatic Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I can't even cap, yeah, I got bad habits Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Oh-oh