CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Gold Pots

Griselda by Fashion Rebels
DJ [?]

(Mach-Hommy's verse is not shown for legal reasons)

Ayo, the burning aloe blow white
Yang yipping on but whipping up the whole night
Bape shark heads in the saline (Skrr)
Weighing coke, dope and molly on the same beam
Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, they twirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, twirling (Look, gold pots)

Twenty bands in the Kith sweats
Ran through 8 birds, gotta pick left
Stash box in the mossy world, I hear TECs
I shot Christopher on big steps (Yeah)
7 cubans on him, my Griselda sh*t
Pop the truck on the rental, you could smell the fish
If you a f**k n***a, you can't tell me sh*t
A hundred bags of sour, I just mailed thе sh*t
Money calling, I can't refuse it, n***a (Ah)
Whack your mama for that sack, don't makе me lose it, n***a
I get my hands on it, I'mma move it, n***a
Build an empire off of cookie, I'm like Lucius, n***a (Hahahaha)
I could show you what this hammer for
Put you n***as on channel 4 (Brr)
Remember sleeping on my Nana floor (Ah)
Now I'm getting 40 for a yam or rock (Cap, haha)

Ayo, the burning aloe blow white
Yang yipping on but whipping up the whole night
Bape shark heads in the saline (Skrr)
Weighing coke, dope and molly on the same beam
Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, swirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, they twirling (Gold pots)
Mayo jars twirling, twirling (Gold pots)