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letra de yanti - blaccmass

[lyrics: “gatti” jackboys, pop smoke, & travis scott]

[intro: pop smoke]
axl
hahaha, huh? hahaha
tired of n-ggas cappin’ (tired of n-ggas cappin’)
trap house mob
n-ggas frontin’ their jewels (yeah, this is a melo beat)
they ain’t expectin’ this one (and it’s like that)

[chorus: pop smoke]
facts, my b-tch love coco (haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo (haha, yeah)
let me see some, okay, okay (i see ya), okay, okay

[verse 1: pop smoke]
look, you cannot say pop and forget the smoke (yeah)
i’m from the floss where n-ggas tote (woah)
they couldn’t be crips, so they turned folks (bah)
drivin’ through the ‘ville, droppin’ the cho (brr)
i gotta laugh, ’cause these n-ggas jokes (haha)
dread like, “who these n-ggas?” (who these n-ggas?)
“i don’t know” (i don’t know), but i’m on go (woo)
and i’m in that bugatti, movin’ two hundred (bah)
givin’ pumps, like, “who shot ya?” (brr)
me and trey, that’s four choppers (woo)
man down (woo), all you see is helicopters (grr)
paramedics pick him up, they gon’ send him to the doctor (that n-gga)
i’m in the hood like an engine, revvin’ (trey, get that n-gga)
my checks is clearin’ (woo, woo), your checks is pending (woo, woo)
and i got a couple gangstas, let me know (it’s a fact)
if you want smoke (if you want smoke)
’cause boy i can send ’em (boy i can send ’em)
and i got a bad b-tch, ass up (hahaha)
face down (face down), yeah, she love doggy style (uh-huh)
and she got a louis bag (yeah), that hold the extendo (woo, woo)
okay, okay (okay, okay)
okay, okay
[chorus: pop smoke & travis scott]
facts, my b-tch love coco (haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it), okay, okay (turn around)
my b-tch love coco (haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it), okay, okay (right)

[verse 2: travis scott]
got it jumpin out the zoo, seein’ red, seein’ blue (yeah)
young la flame, how it moves, pop flare how it— (woo)
bring my hands out, try to hide my face
duck away, she wanna lay up and hibernate (yeah)
i took a chance, it’s a lot to take
i took a right, ended up right away (straight up)
she need a chunk, not a piece (alright)
it cost me three for the keys (keys)
not the work but the v
she let it twirl to the beat
i send the work, bet it reach (reach)
wearin’ pearls, expensive beads (beads)
i only hurl at my peeps (it’s lit)

[bridge: travis scott]
cuts, diamond cuts, i done popped a blue
two cups of the stuff, now i’m up
coco chanel when she tuck it
we bunk, get a nut (nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
[chorus: pop smoke]
my b-tch love coco (haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it), okay, okay (turn around)
my b-tch love coco (haha)
woo back, baby (woo back, baby), woo
let me see some, okay, okay (i see it), okay, okay (turn around)

- blaccmass

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