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letra de brb - cosantana

[intro]
yeah, yeah (woo, yeah)
yeah, yeah (yunme, yeah)
yeah (woo)
me and gang tryna run up them racks (woo)
i’m in la, that’s where the bag (ooh)
yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
me and gang tryna run up them racks (yeah)
i’m in la, that’s where the bag (bag)
told her, “i’m finna go to the moon” (moon)
baby girl, i’ll be right back (yeah)
she just want me to be her bae (bae)
she just want me to be her man (man)
n-ggas know how i do what i want (want)
n-ggas do it, they mo’ f-ckin’ can’t (can’t)
i’m so loaded (i’m so loaded)
me and gang up in that coupe and it’s stolen (and it’s stolen)
and this sh-t right off my head, it’s not wroten (it’s not wroten)
i ain’t lackin’ inside this club, brought my pole in (brought my pole in)

[verse]
my backwood stuffed with dope, i’ve been rollin’ (i’ve been rollin’)
let me put it all in her mouth, got her choking (got her choking)
baby girl, didn’t i tell you i love you? i was jokin’ (i was jokin’)
since a young n-gga on that block, i’ve been totin’ (i was totin’)
i ain’t come in by myself, brought my gang in (brought my f-ckin’ gang)
heard you cool with them lame ass n-ggas, we not hangin’ (we can’t f-ckin’ hang)
i’m just telling you how i feel, i’m not hating (i’m not hating)
finna slide wit’ my dread head shooters, they jamaican (they jamaican)
i ain’t run around by myself, my stick on my side (on my side)
i just set it upon myself and i almost died (almost died)
i just sit thinkin’ ’bout my past and i almost cried (almost cried)
baby girl think i’m falling in– ‘kay, i almost lied (almost lied)
[mitigate?] they men like chickens, we like gettin’ fried (we like gettin’ fried)
baby girl just bring yo’ friend, she told me she bi (me she bi)
me and gang [?], they like “god, we like gettin’ high” (gettin’ high)
[?] they like, “place?”, we like gettin’ fly (gettin’ fly)
woah, yeah-yeah, huh
throw yo’ gang up, yeah (throw yo’ gang up)
pull your chains out, now put your chains up (put your chains up)
i had called your phone, huh, why you hang up? yeah (why you hang up?)
slidin’ all black, yeah, darth vader (slidin’ all black, darth vader)
i’ll see you later, yeah (see you later)
[chorus]
me and gang tryna run up them racks (yeah)
i’m in la, that’s where the bag (bag)
told her, “i’m finna go to the moon” (moon)
baby girl, i’ll be right back (yeah)
she just want me to be her bae (bae)
she just want me to be her man (man)
n-ggas know how i do what i want (want)
n-ggas do it, they mo’ f-ckin’ can’t (can’t)
i’m so loaded (i’m so loaded)
me and gang up in that coupe and it’s stolen (and it’s stolen)
and this sh-t right off my head, it’s not wroten (it’s not wroten)
i ain’t lackin’ inside this club, brought my pole–

[outro]
backwood stuffed with dope, i’ve been rollin’ (i’ve been rollin’)
let me put it all in her mouth, got her choking (got her choking)
baby girl, didn’t i tell you i love you? i was jokin’ (i was jokin’)
since a young n-gga on that block, i’ve been totin’ (i was totin’)
i ain’t come in by myself, brought my gang in (brought my f-ckin’ gang)
heard you cool with them lame ass n-ggas, we not hangin’ (we can’t f-ckin’ hang)
i’m just telling you how i feel, i’m not hating (i’m not hating)
finna slide wit’ my dread head shooters, they jamaican (they jama–)

- cosantana

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