letra de red palette - byemilo
which one of you motherf-ckers
said that sh-t behind huh?
hogging all my oxygen
please get the f-ck up off me bruh
who that you be talking to?
got name in they mouth
if they got some issues
tell em they can press em now
i said which one of you motherf-ckers
said that sh-t behind huh?
hogging all my oxygen
please get the f-ck up
when i walk in boy i break necks
i don’t ask for it i just take next
trap house bunking don’t ask for the address
mj flow don’t ask who the baddest, yeah
all my fits fresh to death, i too fly, boy i’m jet
neck heavy from the flex, rose gold on my check
yeah, yeah, yeah
i used to wanna be drake, now i’m myself i’m great
f-ck supreme, trueys and bape
i need some camo for cameras that come in
like cannon yeah, yeah
thunderboy i’m the king of pop
cobain living breathing dog
nose ring you could call me pac
new chain i’m in my ziploc
word to enzo yeah we rari copping
different colors looking like some megazords
shut the f-ck up with yo racist ass
bet money that you push a white ford
hotline blinging like brr, brr
coming for ya neck boy brap, brap
leave them all cut, no buzz nah
don’t with the talks boy hush, hush
ain’t rapped like this for a minute
forgot that i was the best
and i say that sh-t with my chest
top 5, top 5 nada, nothing less yeah, yeah, yeah
where you been at? just on the low
f-ck is with that? you don’t got to know
heard you man? yes b-tch you know
tell em you mad, oh no no no
which one of you motherf-ckers
said that sh-t behind huh?
hogging all my oxygen
please get the f-ck up off me bruh
who that you be talking to?
got name in they mouth
if they got some issues
tell em they can press em now
i said which one of you motherf-ckers
said that sh-t behind huh?
hogging all my oxygen
please get the f-ck up
f-ck donald trump, punch a n-z- f-ck
beat a racist up don’t f-ck with us
motherf-ckers who gone
peak in high school always love to hate
tell em all, tell em all
b-tch, f-ck off my d-ck
f-ck, you and yo cl!ck
all, my dogs legit
y’all, is not with the sh-ts
pretty girls at my shows, all of them be throwing bows
white lighters light the foes, ten down on my toes
yeah, yeah, yeah
i just pull up in a honda
call me the brand new madonna, my nails did primadonna
want balance screaming, screaming “comma, comma, comma” yeah
s-x and candy the new fragrance
running round giving fades getting flagrant
kids run around so impatient
you not doing all them drugs you sound so basic
turn my heartbreaks into plays, pesos, euros, bills
dog no change b-tch
check my stats for y’all try and diss me
you is not even in my range b-tch
me and all my homies drug dealers
oh they call me pretty, give me magazine covers
hope i f-ck socialite before i leave the suburbs
where you been at? just on the low
f-ck is with that? you don’t got to know
heard you man? yes b-tch you know
tell em you mad, okay here i go
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- letra de get the girl away - harri larkin
- letra de rap is back - hot dad
- letra de ain’t it fun (v1) - lil uzi vert
- letra de lie to you - golubenko
- letra de pudge loboto burgertime - pudgy loboto moms
- letra de can't help it - dj hoppa & k.a.a.n
- letra de knock on wood - josh rister
- letra de no lo puedo dejar - el gg
- letra de el pibe de oro - geolier