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letra de robocop - cosantana

[intro]
(ooh, oh)
(slatt, slatt)

[chorus]
i don’t know what’s wrong with the world right now, just know i’m on top (come on; woah-woah)
once i crack this seal, i ain’t tryna be rude, but i don’t want to talk, yeah (talk)
i’ma shoot at the birds, tryna run from the police with a four-inch chop’, yeah (four-inch chop’)
slid on my opp in ’em new raf simmons, i look like a robo cop, yeah (robo cop; slatt, slatt)

[verse]
i took a pill in the afternoon, godd-mn, i ain’t wake up ’til the morning (morning)
these ain’t the regular slides, the furry kind, i’m wearing the marni (marni)
i sip on drank, don’t discriminate, sip on the purple or green like barney (slatt, slatt)
don’t care ’bout the s-x or the love at all, ’cause this sh-t come with the money (woah-woah)
sh-t, i hit the ho so good, off half of thе percocet, she took thе honey sh-t (slatt, slatt)
f-ck what a f-ck n-gga saying, pull up with that chopper round, got like jimanji sh-t (woah-woah)
i just had pulled out the bankroll, fine sh-t tryna give me the punani (slatt, slatt)
bad ho getting her boots right, godd-mn b-tch, she been doing pilates, sh-t (woah)
hop out with micro-drac’, got so much kick, been doing karate (yeah, been doing karate)
i really think it’s an investment, i buy your ass, i pay for your body (body)
huh, hottie (hottie)
huh, hottie (hottie)
huh, hottie, huh (hottie)
finally, bro caught him a body, yeah (a body)
we running fast in a huarache, yeah (in a huarach—)
bro, this an srt, i’m tryna get so rich, man, i want a bugatti, yeah (man, i want bugatti)
h-ll yeah, pull up bugatti, yeah
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout the world at all
n-gga, this sh-t can’t be stopped
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout the world at all
n-gga, run up, get white chalk
[chorus]
i don’t know what’s wrong with the world right now, just know i’m on top (come on; woah-woah)
once i crack this seal, i ain’t tryna be rude, but i don’t want to talk, yeah (talk)
i’ma shoot at the birds, tryna run from the police with a four-inch chop’, yeah (four-inch chop’)
slid on my opp in ’em new raf simmons, i look like a robo cop, yeah (robo cop; slatt, slatt)

- cosantana

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