| I got gelato in the air
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| I got money everywhere
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| This bitch blowing up my cell'
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| Broke her heart and I don’t care
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| I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
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| Bells of kush that’s all I sell
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| I fuck bitches by the pearl
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| They say he ain’t playing fair
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| That boy that be fresh as hell
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| All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare
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| I got gelato in the air
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| I got pistols everywhere
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| They say God don’t like hate
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| I might send that boy to hell
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| Smoking on some shit that you can’t get inside my 'rari
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| With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and retarded
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| Sitting at the house and that just turned into a party
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| Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I don’t squash it
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| Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now
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| he sick, ya dig
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| In the club standing on top of shit and smoking gelato
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| Pouring up activist giving bitches gold bottles
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| Got a lot of scales, a lot of work
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| Lot of chains on, no shirt
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| I’ve been counting too much paper it got my hands hurt
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| I’m in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains
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| I got gelato in the air
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| I got money everywhere
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| This bitch blowing up my cell'
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| Broke her heart and I don’t care
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| I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
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| Bells of kush that’s all I sell
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| I fuck bitches by the pearl
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| They say he ain’t playing fair
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| That boy that be fresh as hell
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| All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare
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| I got gelato in the air
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| I got pistols everywhere
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| They say God don’t like hate
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| I might send that boy to hell
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| I just left the bank, I do what you can’t
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| I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
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| Your bitch gave me brain, in eternally
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| Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they’ve got a good aim
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| I got on six chains, three big diamond rings
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| Trap nigga with a hundred mill later I’ll still be the same
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| All I do is smoke weed, I’m covered up with double G’s
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| The same room sold a hundred P’s and had a threesome at the double G
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| I got gelato in the air
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| I got money everywhere
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| This bitch blowing up my cell'
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| Broke her heart and I don’t care
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| I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
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| Bells of kush that’s all I sell
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| I fuck bitches by the pearl
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| They say he ain’t playing fair
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| That boy that be fresh as hell
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| All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare
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| I got gelato in the air
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| I got pistols everywhere
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| They say God don’t like hate
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| I might send that boy to hell |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gelato , by - Young Dolph. Song from the album Gelato, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп