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Pricey Pt. 2 lyrics

Performer Gelato Bill

Pricey Pt. 2 song lyrics by Gelato Bill official

Pricey Pt. 2 is a song in English

Plug the vacuum seals up turn the stoves on its gelato in this bitch
Come on, uh, yeah, uh
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shit, don't know what they thought
Niggas ain't nothin' like me
Uh, 10 for 17, think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade
Just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap, nigga, ain't no fuckin' sightseeing
I ain't really into signs, but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listenin' to Rod Wave all week
He ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have u where the kites be
Took her on a ride with Bill
Got her off them percs like I'm Cosby
Rest in peace to Camo
Kicked her out the car for all that flauging
Trappin' these bags, really my hobby
White squares, but I ain't irish
Yerks just drop, don't hit this phone if you ain't coppin
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shit, don't know what they thought
Niggas ain't nothin' like me
Uh, 10 for 17, think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade
Just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap, nigga, ain't no fuckin' sightseeing
I ain't really into signs, but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listenin' to Rod Wave all week
He ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have u where the kites be
Put that dub up, nigga, that ain't enough
Dig up in that pussy, I ain't talkin' snuff
Real country nigga
Got it off that land
Murk a nigga feed him to the pigs
Don't know why he actin' tough
I'm really gutta put this shit here on my mother
I'ma die to see my niggas live
It's all about the extra grams
Got that from my brother
Free CT up out that can
I ain't make it yet
I'm still serving hand-to-hand
Make 22 in the city but if I hit that country
I'ma make a extra band
Nigga come on
Went through a half a ticket in this white T
Shit, don't know what they thought
Niggas ain't nothin' like me
Uh, 10 for 17, think it's time I go get icy
If you want that candy grade
Just know these bags get pricey
Fuck up out the trap, nigga, ain't no fuckin' sightseeing
I ain't really into signs, but I think this bitch a pisces
He been listenin' to Rod Wave all week
He ready to die
Nigga this the right beef
All my packs hit have u where the kites be
That shit make me feel good for real bruh
I ain't got shit to look forward to but a release date
So every time I look out there and I see you get a w
I get a w
So keep goin', man
Make that shit happen
Feel me
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Writer: Dallas Waiters
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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