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 hey cutie - corella (uk)

verse 1
st- st- stop driving your car like it’s stolen
wanna clutch on me cuz i’m golden
sh- shotgun i’m your queen no i’m not rounds
dash a heat down there it won’t get found
dig that deep in the dirt in the hard ground
you won’t hear not a peep, just a quick sound
can never swerve on the peace what’s the matter
lucky he skipped real quick‚ could’ve slipped‚ got hitched

trappers are mad‚ dashing me racks
securing the bag, flipping his stack
all from the can, free all the man
from bristol to dam‚ south east or in banks
foreign whipping full tank, no this b-tch ain’t my fan
cuz he’s preeing my gram, click off the scam
beens off the am‚ miami, new tan
any means on the hand, he’s calling, we’re fam

chorus
hey cutie
looking fruity
far from boujee
smelling oodie
you man are booky
not my movie
calm down moosky
not nice moody

hey cutie
looking fruity
far from boujee
smelling oodie
young rudi
thought that he knew me
big time groupie
get chopped like sushi

verse 2
big yard with a big rock, that’s chinese for my g’s
siamese the cats clean, don’t at me, you chat me
thought i was the same girl going ot, with no p’s and a dead weave
f-ck hate, i meditate from that fake path to straight
in my own lane, in my own league
my whole life moving lowkey
dumb yute tryna hold me, don’t phone me
let me blow trees on my lonelys
plant my own seeds, i control me and my own dreams
catolina, grimm the reaper, b-tches cheaters, they know features

chorus
hey cutie
looking fruity
far from boujee
smelling oodie
you man are booky
not my movie
calm down moosky
not nice moody

hey cutie
looking fruity
far from boujee
smelling oodie
young rudi
thought that he knew me
big time groupie
get chopped like sushi

- corella uk

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS