letra de sinaløa (original) - 6ix9ine
[chorus: zillakami]
ayy, slide up in the cut
better knuck, better buck
we don’t duck, b-tch, what’s up?
we don’t duck, b-tch, what’s up?
i’m a dog, man, i ain’t trained (yeah, oh)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? what?)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? what?)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? yeah)
[verse 1: zillakami]
i spray the k ambidextrous
sn-tchin’ her necklace while i like [?] off actavis
b-tch stuffin’ the duffel with bands
holdin’ the dog like it sn-tched out your hands
say say spray, k-k9 lay lay
every day-day gettin’ paid, never catch fade (what? what?)
glock and a .22, glock and a .22 (what? what?)
n-ggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo (what? what?)
little f-ckin’ cocaine wanna go, tell ’em, “let em go”
russian roulette with a full clip, glock, no reload
say what i want, n-gga, f-ck all your feelings (ayy, ayy)
i run with that heater, that’s heathens to demons (ayy, ayy)
you talking, not fightin’, my fists don’t got reasons (ayy, ayy)
my n-gga’s don’t reason, that’s hoes that be speakin’ (ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: sosmula]
mula!
thug life, b-tch, had a 2pac moment (2pac)
fresh hold n-gga with the guwop stomach (guwop)
spin through your block with the uwop bustin’ (blaow)
ran through the east, like, who block runnin’? (f-ck outta here)
[?] smoke all the dirt
bust out the back like a [?] shirt (big bags)
bust a b-tch -ss, need four more percs (slide)
[?] rapper, broke all the [?] (f-ck outta here)
what happened to you? (blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
laughing at you for havin’ to shoot
sawed off will take off a fraction of you, lack of the views (mbf)
mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe
i was 16, sellin’ crack by the school
needing the cash, or the racks that i blew (blaow, blaow, blaow)
look in the mirror, who nicer to you?
biting my style like tyson would do
[chorus: zillakami]
ayy, slide up in the cut
better knuck, better buck
we don’t duck, b-tch, what’s up?
we don’t duck, b-tch, what’s up?
i’m a dog, man, i ain’t trained (yeah, oh)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? what?)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? what?)
that sh-t i’ll take to the grave (what? yeah)
[verse 3: 6ix9ine]
boy, f-ck you thought?
n-gga, my hands don’t talk
n-gga, my bite don’t bark
f-ck you thought? n-gga, you ain’t no star
you slide up and get lockjaw
i came to the block, i paid for the glock
gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time
i paid for the rocks, i stuffed the socks
one sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch
i run up on n-gga, go ape on a n-gga
no face, no chase, no trace on a n-gga
black switchblade to the face of a n-gga
never ever will i catch a fade from a n-gga
sc-m squad, don’t know y’all
you [?]face, i’ll split y’all
get pieced up, no jigsaw
run up wrong, get hit [?] (squad)
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