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letra de yuh yuh, woah - cosantana

[intro: cosantana]
yeah (shh, phrrt)
yeah, uh-uh, yeah (phew)
uh-uh, yeah (shh, phew)
uh-uh, yeah (shh, phew)
yeah (shh, phew)
uh, yeah (shh, phew)

[chorus: cosantana]
uh, yeah
i can’t do that show, my bro can’t bring they guns in (bring they guns in)
i got b-tches calling to me, running to me lunging (running to me lun’)
how much he say that he ran up in a day ain’t nothing (man, that sh-t ain’t none)
i told her invite her friends, and she told me, “they coming” (coming)
yeah, woah (woah)
yeah, woah (woah)
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (woah)
yeah, woah (woah)
make a bad b-tch touch her toes (touch her toes)
put a red dot on your nose (nose)
headshot, squat, blood on my clothes
n-gga saying that i wanna be him, but how is that possible?
n0body knows you at all (you at all)

[verse 1: cosantana]
say you a shooter, boy, shoot the ball (shoot the ball)
since you a shooter, boy, shoot yo’ gun (shoot yo’ gun)
you ain’t a shooter, p-ssy boy, you run (p-ssy boy, you run)
you ain’t a shooter, n-ggas, you a track star
he a p-ssy n-gga, he just rap good (he just rap good)
he a p-ssy n-gga, he just act hard
smoking backwoods in a backyard (backwoods in a backyard)
n-ggas sliding on they dead mans, they the cap gods (they the cap gods)
n-ggas lying in they slum, these n-ggas rap gods (n-ggas rap gods)
i got out the hood but still hang with the trap guys (still hang with the trap guys)
i can’t trip if that ho leave, i still got bad brides (i still got bad brides)
[verse 2: glo]
yeah, man, i like real fast cars (fast cars)
she see that my bag large, h-ll nah, she can’t pass up (h-ll nah, she can’t pass up)
she said she like top floor, bought that b-tch a bag, yeah (bought that b-tch a bag, yeah)
g-l-o move with them steppers, but he ain’t got no flag, yeah (he ain’t got no flag, yeah)
see that opp n-gga get pressed, yeah, he don’t know where he at, yeah (don’t know where he at, yeah)
uh, i’m rolling up straight pressure, i might pour up some act’, yeah (might pour up some act’, yeah)
hundred shots go through his back, yeah
i’m tryna blow this lil’ b-tch back out, she gon’ let me crack, yeah (she gon’ let me crack, yeah)
grab that glock, i might just flash out, get that n-gga packed up (get that n-gga packed up)
i was down bad, had to get on the cash route
you know i’m running these racks up (you know i’m running these racks up)
all of these n-ggas be rap gods, swear all these n-ggas just act tough (swear all these n-ggas just act tough)
you know i’m really a trap god, burning a bowl really fast, yeah (burning a bowl fast, yeah)

- cosantana

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