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lirik lagu sharc - vendetta

[intro]
top shotta
f~ck, them something p~ssy
ha ha, big sharc
yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
big sharc

[hook]
bottega veneta, vendetta, i get her inside of the coupe and i shred her
pull off the scat, louis sweater, don’t ask what he did, on the feet it’s margiela
doggy treat, fresh out the kennel, she pray i’mma cuff her, but sharccy know better (but sharccy know better)
30 inch yellow like ella, i reach in my satchel, she know that’s berеtta (pew, pew, pew)

[verse 1]
gеt him, i clip him, and get them
cuzzo fresh home, on the strip he a felon
roll up a opp and inhale him (roll up a opp)
fruitopia bags, we gon wrap them and mail them
baby go blind like she helen, all type of vvs, they busting in belgium
slide the rezvani, my hand on her leg, baby get wetter and wetter (she dripping)
edd over they vest, they stressed, these n~ggas ain’t touching no checks
and mommy need mansion, that cost me a jet, so i put my foot on your neck
mail lady dropping it off and we lit (we litty)
we got them percs by the ‘script
and i know trappers that’s serving that pit
4,000 bottles in vips
i got a choppa, the carbon got kick
i got a thot, she gon load up the b~tch
yeah, she betrayed her, she slaying the six (slaying the six)
can’t leave the apartment, update all her drip
christian dior everyday, cause she lit
unc’ in the bowl, and he breaking his wrist
wockeisha lines, and we mixing with tris
razorblade, sliced [?]
[hook]
bottega veneta, vendetta, i get her inside of the coupe and i shred her
pull off the scat, louis sweater, don’t ask what he did, on the feet it’s margiela
doggy treat, fresh out the kennel, she pray i’mma cuff her, but sharccy know better
30 inch yellow like ella, i reach in my satchel, she know that’s beretta (pew, pew, pew)

[verse 2]
walk with a stick like i’m grandpa, shotta gon pull up in lamb~chop (shotta gon pull up in lamb~chop)
rick owens chucks like a vampire
slicing these yams till my hands pop (err)
i’m making bands off a laptop
drop your location and gang pop
they tryna copy the wave (wave)
we on the molly for days (days, uh)
n~gga still died, he got grazed
shots make him hot like a slave
serving white thotties at raves (serving white thotties)
seats in the ‘rari was beige
young n~gga, flocking the gauge (oh, yeah)
eyes looking chinese, she blasian (eyes looking chinese, she blasian)
cuzzo still locked in the cage
he on the island, not [?]

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