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letra de what happened (remix) - arsam

(arsam)
(chorus)

ay
drip wetter than the fountains
b-tch im from the ville’ not the sky blue mountains
back when i get home she gimme something i can drown in
money like accountant, your b-tch up in the crowd yea
she screaming out the loudest
but we know you ain’t bout it
you say it but we doubt it, ain’t nothing but a clown yeah
straight up out the circus, thats your boy he nervous
closing up his curtains
hit another l!ck we turn it up
purple thats the colour in the cup
what happened to that check, i ran it up
what happened to my hoe, i switched it up
what happened to the gang, oh nothing much

(verse)

what happened to the homie down the road
you asking quesrtions we don’t really know
hit my boy travie, he pick up the phone
i got a b-tch, and im still on my own
pick up the drip, then we slipping it on
p-ss him a tissue, we wiping his nose
right from behind
looking for real ones they harder to find
blowing up smoke like we sendin out signs
i got the stick yea its stuck to my side
sticky like glue
runnin a biz, we do what we do
doin the dash, we takin home 2
forget about sleep, we stay in the stu’
forget about sleep, we stay in the stu’

(marko)

i been cookin’ like enzos
put a bad b-tch in the friendzone
talk about, splitting them ends tho
flying like dwight in orlando
she finish the job, no hands tho
got black and white like a panda
got 2 b-tches like a tandem
stole her heart, im a bandit
on my own; im abandoned
pictured this like a canvas
never take sh-t for granted
hoppin outta the phantom
steppin out, im branded
at the top, set the standard
ay my boy, sing the anthem (sing that sh-t lil b-tch!)

(chorus)

(mihir)

i got your girl and she coming right over
i got your girl and she loving like sosa
i got the range on ya like a rover
you playin hard, yea we taking over
she call me lucky, i guess im a clover
p-ssin the rock
i said i wanted the sh-t with the bop
lookin down at u we at the top
look at my clock
b-tch its my time
count up the guap
hittin yo line
look at your wifey
she lookin divine
milly my rock
uppin my stock
watch how i talk
run up your block
sendin the shots
sellin rerock
pullin the glock
17 rounds go, pop pop pop pop pop

(sam)

ay ill never shake hands with a snitch
you know that im backing my sh-t
your b-tch she lookin legit
i got hittas on hittas on hittas on hittas
they lookin for someone to hit
they lookin for someone to dip
they lookin to take the charge
youll never catch me off gaurd
call me hooks, cus im 2 smart
but i dont read books or listen in cl-ss
and i won’t hesitate to put him in a cast
and we put it on blast, run away fast
call me selfish cause i dont p-ss
123 then chuck on the mask
bra that’s crazy, i didn’t ask

(chorus)

ay
drip wetter than the fountains
b-tch im from the ville’ not the sky blue mountains
anywhere i go she gimme something i can drown in
money like accountant, your b-tch up in the crowd yea
she screaming out the loudest
but we know you ain’t bout it
you say it but we doubt it, ain’t nothing but a clown yeah
straight up out the circus, thats your boy he nervous
closing up his curtains
hit another l!ck we turn it up
purple thats the colour in the cup
what happened to that check, i ran it up
what happened to my hoe, i switched it up
what happened to the gang, oh nothing much

- arsam

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