lirik lagu k1llbrady - mixtape guapo
[intro]
yo herc cut the lights
[chorus]
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
[verse 1]
yeah this versace shades this not the rayban
i get some hittas,they go where you stay man
yeah this versace shades this not the rayban
yeah this versace shades this not the rayban
i been on boss sh~t go out where you came at
tryna save the rap game i’m going batman
fresh to death mixtape unlock the swag man
you think that’s the plug yeah call him the drip man
going outside gotta load up the sig sauer
don’t do the talking if we know where your crib at
get you embarrassed then show you what bob wear
don’t move like that if we know where your b~tch at
yeah thank the lord i can flex out like balboa
tryna shake of the demons off,that’s on shoulder
i got the .45 out the holster
amiri jeans pockets yeah made them the holster
talk to madibas, yeah they don’t talk one lie
got the money counter on hoppin on speed
they telling me yeah i’m the best
yeah count up commas turn a new leave
ain’t seen that sh~t yeah keep running from you
i sent the shoots don’t care if the car bulletproof
i’m in the field with dreams i keep seeing blue
i’m in the north and n~ggas know what it do
we kicking doors and going straight to the loot
ain’t talking robbing yeah i’m in the ballroom
all cash deposit got the cash in the boot
if i don’t like it imma give it the boot
bryanston drive i’m with the crew
gotta hold it down for all the troops
money counter bound to tell me the truth
money counter bound to tell me the truth
[chorus]
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
[verse 2]
yeah thank the lord i’ve been counting up guala
young n~gga sh~t and the problems all pile up
i’m just so grateful that sh~t ain’t financial
hate moving like momma didn’t teach me manners
on the road to cash like it don’t matter
but it’s dirty out here so it’s f~ck em
i got one eye open in everything
you can love em but do not ever trust em
in the studio tryna put hours in
got another line i’m about to punch it
we look over the city like owls n~gga
imma rap enough just cause i love it
and this money gon go for some time n~gga
money spread it’s way straight to my grannies crib
i might pull up on her with little drip
told her granny your baby just hit a l!ck
you already know what the f~ck it is
young n~gga been counting dividend
bank statement got all the profits
cheffin it up imma let it flip
like tunechi b~tch i see a milli
that’s why she bout to dance on the counter
cause she f~cking with me and the counter
told her talk to the d~mn money counter
[chorus]
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
she doing handstands all on the counter
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