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letra de tonight - babystaydown

[intro]
let it run, zay, let it run, let it run
need you to get on top tonight, yeah
is you—is you ridin’ that bike tonight?
yeah? okay, bet, she lit tonight (okay)
we can gon’ jump on a private flight

[chorus]
yeah, i know i be high as a kite, yeah
i know i be strapped like a dyk-, yeah
i know i be sippin’ on pints, yeah
i know a n-gga keep on poppin’ these percs, but these motherf-ckers get me right, yeah
i know a n-gga shouldn’t be doing these drugs but a n-gga just gon’ be alright, yeah
i’m f-ckin’ a foreign b-tch from the side, i told her get up and ridе
ain’t wanna be slime but how many times you wantеd a piece of the pie?
i’m f-ckin’ a dime, she told me i’m fine but i know these b-tches be lyin’
she know i got racks and sh-t so she want a n-gga to get behind, yeah

[verse]
f-ckin’ on two b-tches, fraternal twins, they don’t look the same
they say i don’t look the same, prolly act’ in my motherf-ckin’ veins, yeah
fifteen-hunnid on shoes, we kickin’ sh-t like liu kang
i don’t think you feel my pain, wonder why i don’t act the same
’cause a n-gga just been through things, yeah
lil’ five pop out trim with 19x, that boy got aim (glrrt)
thirty in his glock so lil’ bruh shootin’ from curry range, yeah
told that bih’, “h-ll nah, i don’t want the s-x, just give me brain”
slime switchin’ lanes in that f-ckin’ fast thing (skrrt, skrrt)
fully stick, it blowin’, 5.56, it hit his brain (baow, baow)
i already know she goin’, ask your b-tch, she know my name, yeah
keep that dope closed, dope sold, money fold
auntie playin’ with her nose, snortin’ lines by the store, yeah
‘lotta sh-t gettin’ old but i still got that load
and i got that sh-t on so she let me f-ck her throat
told my n-gga, “we in public, boy, you gotta talk in code” (shh)
last time i f-cked your sister, this time i f-ck your ho, yeah
racks in my clothes (racks), designer clothes (racks)
designer hoes (racks), i got designer flows (racks)
i’ma run the game like a f-ckin’ runny nose
actin’ like a b-tch, i’ma treat you like a ho
[chorus]
yeah, i know i be high as a kite, yeah
i know i be strapped like a dyk-, yeah
i know i be sippin’ on pints, yeah
i know a n-gga keep on poppin’ these percs, but these motherf-ckers get me right, yeah
i know a n-gga shouldn’t be doing these drugs but a n-gga just gon’ be alright, yeah
i’m f-ckin’ a foreign b-tch from the side, i told her get up and ride
ain’t wanna be slime but how many times you wanted a piece of the pie?
i’m f-ckin’ a dime, she told me i’m fine but i know these b-tches be lyin’
she know i got racks and sh-t so she want a n-gga to get behind, yeah

- babystaydown

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