SAINt JHN - Gorgeous (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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SAINt JHN - Gorgeous (en) Lyrics
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Tryna get her money, she was nineteen
Movin' to Miami was her life's dream
I told her she could end
up on a wide screen
She liked that, she thought she
was lightning (Hey, hey, hey)
Stacy got the brib and
the brand new bag
Goin' up good, so she can't look bad
Goin' up fast so she can't look back
Why you holdin' on if it can't
go bad? (Hey, hey)
Stacy got the heels and
the brand new tags
Sticks in the new Chanel camel bag
Stacy goin' wild and you can't go back
You can't go back, you can't go back
Wanted the Rari', I walked
up and bought it
I don't even think I thought
twice that I thought it
Niggas on, never goin'
back where I started
Chopped off the roof so I could
see where my God is
I wanted the Spider, I walked
up and bought it
Drivin' 'round the same
hood that I starved in
Can't let the rats live,
that's a problem
Everything I got up on my
wrist, shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my
teeth, shit is gorgeous
And they know I'm comin' from
the east, shit is hardest
Niggas carryin' heavier sticks
than the loggers
Everything I got up on my wrist,
bitch, it's gorgeous
Everything I got up on repeat,
shit is gorgeous
Everything I got up on my
seat, for the robbers
We juugin', ballin', it's
just an ordinary problem
Think of me as man, then
a goon, then an artist
Watch where you stomp when you
walk where my clocks is
I'm not with the talk, with
the talk, not the talkers
I be with the goons and the
thugs goin' bonkers
I would never stop in the
park for your pardon
I be hittin' the numbers,
for real, hit the log-in
I just left Celine, yeah, I probably
spent the mortgage
Diamonds 'round my neck, know
it's fuckin' retarded
I might, might buy six chains tonight
Just to say I did it, for real
Just to say I lived it, for real
Just to say I'm frigid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, where my
Everything I got up on my
seat for the robbers
She liked that, so thought
she was lightning
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