Mês: julho 2023

Caskey – I’m A Virgin Lyrics Lyrics, Letra caskey

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex

I make M’s (Em’s)
Please don’t call me Dr. Dre though
40 on my hip but I’m not Canseco
Knots and payphones
Keep a glock like Waco
Coolin’ tryna make myself a lot like Bedros
2 phones, the burner stay close
I’ll make a fool out a rapper
Like the first of April
Bumping Lil Durk getting work from Draco
I take her to the trap
Not to Turks and Caicos
I made it out the city but boogie I’m far from it
She could fuck me but she ain’t gone get her a car from i’
Every month pay my momma’s mortgage in all hundreds
And my dawgs they’ll never say a word
But they still all Gunnas
Clutching the pack like ball runners
I’d be ashamed to rap if I did y’all numbers
Ya’ll out of style like tall T’s and hummers
If you in the field it must be an off season summer
And I don’t mean an album by J Cole
It’s obvious that ya’ll Achille’s heel ain’t just under the ankle
I stepped into my greatness it made em’ ungrateful
When you the G.O.A.T. you gonna be somebodies scapegoat

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex

They come in the game for the fame
They pop. and never last long
I made a rapper’s advance off of my trap phone
Then toured around the country and brought it back home
Hard to stay relevant lying in all your rap songs
Spent a lot on your chain then didn’t stay in your lane
So what you blew up fast, you gone as quick as you came
Ya’ll some industry plants that couldn’t whether the rain
All that money from the label was a waste what a shame
This is no cloud this is all game
I took the slow route made it all gains
They threw dirt on my name I made a campaign
Then took the blood sweat and tears made it champagne
Tap water to Fiji
Black balled they ain’t need me
Now there’s ghosts round the crib like I’m playing with ouija
10 years going hard still make it look easy
Talk back you get smacked dawg better believe me
Mask on like Yeezy I stack freely
Bring the drama to your DJ is that Jeezy
I got Mass on the track like he Mancini
And I got everything I wanted like I had genies

Still in the Cadillac swervin’
Making church money off a sermon
2 cell phones I been servin’
never been fucked out a check
I’m a virgin

Bad bitches that I been curving
Washing dirty money in detergent
Still riding round the town servin’
You should probably chill cuz you making them nervous

I’m gettin big checks
I’m gettin big checks
This is not a big flex
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