letra de solid - cel nolackin
[intro]
(mighty)
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, but she got a—
she got a fatty, but she got a—
she got a fatty
[chorus]
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm-hmm)
i met a b-tch from east atlanta, tryna f-ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f-ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)
[verse]
pick you a bottle, then pick you a ho (pick you a ho)
get you a baddie, you know how it go (know how it go)
she got a fatty, did that on her own (on hеr own)
don’t gotta f-ck on her low ’cause we grown (‘causе we grown)
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, did that on her own
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, did that on her own
she got a real nice body (her body), i just might pay for her college (pay for her college)
uh, and she don’t f-ck anybody (f-ck anybody), uh, p-ssy, it came with no mileage (came with no mileage)
but that p-ssy came exotic (exotic), uh, i just might jump inside it (jump inside it)
for that p-ssy, i just might turn violent (turn violent)
if they line me up, she keep it solid (keep it solid, mm, mm)
[bridge]
she sayin’ solid (mm), she sayin’ solid (oh yeah)
i been runnin’ inside the streets where it get violent (where it get violent)
huh, but i been duckin’ them coppers and sirens (coppers and sirens, uh)
sorry, no, you cannot touch her, that’s my b-tch (yeah, that’s my b-tch)
[chorus]
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm-hmm)
i met a b-tch from east atlanta, tryna f-ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f-ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm-hmm)
i met a b-tch from east atlanta, tryna f-ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f-ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)
[outro]
nolackin don’t even have to check in, nolackin don’t even have to check in
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