a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de trues - capella grey

[intro: capella grey]
cargo, cargo, cargo

[chorus: capella grey]
she had the cargo pants with the side (ayy, yeah, ayy)
bad lil’ joint, used to slide (ayy, ayy, ah)
but she had the trues, my baby on some fly sh-t
my real day one, i’ll never let her go

[verse 1: capella grey]
somebody else will
i got you that juicy couture necklace and you was open
changed your name and your bbm
you had the mans where the rug be
found out about my flaws so you dubbed me
your friends had you g
and them abercrombie jeans
made your booty look so fat (so fat), so fat (so fat)
i had to run down, you can’t leave like that

[verse 2]
when i let her hold my g-shock, shawty was on it
eight solos or the [?], anything that you wanted
i used to pull up in a ghost and shawty thought it was haunted
vvs summon on my baby girl and she used to flaunt it
you know b-tches adore me, i used to put in [?]
and these n-ggas can’t [?]
we still layin’ with the roc, went and f-ck up the party
it was me and the roc, magician with the naughty
[?] f-ck on my shawty
[chorus: capella grey]
she had the cargo pants with the side (ayy, yeah, ayy)
bad lil’ joint, used to slide (ayy, ayy, ah)
but she had the trues, my baby on some fly sh-t
my real day one, i’ll never let her go

[verse 3]
i remember sweatin’ you so hard in my [?]
42nd street, rollin’ deep like a delsey
pull up to your building, you like, “you can ring the bell, bae”
up late nights, bt, watchin’ [?]
always kept a stack in my buffallo [?]
how you get that ass all up in those jeans?
it’s gettin’ kinda late, i hate to up and go, queen
rather be with you, before i cuff a ho, please
you never been basic, juicy couture bracelet
i’ve been out in places, where i’m sittin’ the bas-m-nt
nights in the hotel, never just spend my days in
i just wanna know how my bae’s, you waitin’ on me
faces lonely, patience, slowly
we go back like dates [?]
f-ck them n-ggas, that was way before me
we a vibe like drake and 40, baby

[chorus: capella grey]
she had the cargo pants with the side
bad lil’ joint, used to slide
but she had the trues, my baby on some fly sh-t
my real day one, i’ll never let her go
[outro]
f-ckin’, oh
f-ckin’ naked, oh
f-ckin’, oh
f-ckin’ naked, oh

- capella grey

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS