letra de rumors - ambjaay
yeah, ganggang, gang, gang, yeah, yeah
ay, i’m like a n-gga on the scene
i’m like a n-gga on the scene
ay, cost to live like this, you hear me
n-ggas start hangin’, then start spreadin’ rumors
chop a lyft a n-gga, then leave in a uber
timberland how a, young n-gga f-ckin’ boot her
teach a n-gga how to drip like i’m a tutor
before the foreign, i was ridin’ on a f-ckin’ scooter
get out my way, i got a kay, b-tch, i feel like luda
big bands and the stuff right under the buddha
chop a blam, he goin’ down, he must be stupid
suit on with a stick, tony montana
hoes wanna f-ck, i got a bag like i’m santa
two b-tches with me, split him like a f-ckin’ sandwich
chop a hold, a bandana, and it do damage
after i hit, i’m gettin’ ghost danny phantom
wild out with his b-tch like i’m nick cannon
yeah, she gon’ shake that ass with no hands
oh, d-mn, no thanksgiving, i go ham
amb, bust down, tell her, get with the program
d-ck in her mouth, i had to beat a b-tch throat down
up now, i can’t slow down
young joc with a glock, it could go down
n-ggas, my son, they wanna cop me and pace me
i’m goin’ dumb, blowin’ bands like a ac
n-ggas switchin’ f-ckin’ teams like they kd
one hundrerd and amb till they take me
bust down, i can shower with my jewelry on
get out my way, stanly, feelin’ like i’m mr. jones
when he caught sh-t, talker be her ringtone
n-ggas be hatin’, they need to leave me alone
it’s my money and i need it now
b-tches like fast food, they in and out
i put d-ck in her mouth
i’m the one your b-tch talk about, i’m dripping
people be fake, i keep it distance, like, who is it
open the door, chopper, gon’ hit him like who trippin’
throwin’ fast shots like i’m pitchin’
n-ggas be cappin’, man, these n-ggas fishing
i came from nothin’, she wanna f-ck, cause my cuban bussin’
f-ckin’, i’m on the scene, i leave it bl–dy, he dunking
mc hammer, you can’t touch this diamonds
dancin’ like my wrist went clubbin’, he dunking
ballin’ ten summers, dj mustard, he love her
she gon’ set the d-ck like a sucker
f-ck it, pocket rocket, gettin’ snucked in
yeah, b-tch and n-gga need more bands
chopsticks and billies, you know we tote them
dunk in a b-tch p-ssy, i leave a broke rim
flex up, yeah, no gym
lookin’ like a bad one, a young n-gga rollin’ gang
n-ggas start hatin’, then start spreadin’ rumors
chop a lyft a n-gga then leave in a uber
timberland how a, young n-gga f-ckin’ boot her
teach a n-gga how to drip like i’m a tutor
before the foreign, i was ridin’ on a f-ckin’ scooter
get out my way, i got a kay, b-tch, i feel like luda
big bands and the stuff right under the buddha
chop a blam he, goin’ down, he must be stupid
ay it cost to live like this, you hear me
hold up
gang, gang, gang, gang
yeah, man, yeah, them n-ggas hunnids right there
them ain’t even hunnids, them twenties, my bad
ooh, i dropped the twenty, my bad
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