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letra de ioia - cubane dion

[hook]
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright

[verse 1]
yea they know who that be
i get dripped, she get dripped
bonnie and clyde, what you guessed?
pull up skrt, take what i see
where is the safe, bring it to me
turn you to dust, if you do speak
spin the block, clear it up
don’t make a sound, hurry up
get in this benz, windows down, air it out
no extendos, smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
ice, 50 bands
roll the dice, ‘nother 50 bands
clap that booty, baby dance
here a stack, come back in cc to daddy
come back in cc to daddy
28 like a o, trap math, roll that sh-t
b don’t stress, i want a sl-t, i need a crib, i need a jeep, i need a c
[hook]
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright

[verse 2]
50 racks in my jeans, why my pants sag
came a long way from broke, you can check the tag
and all the dogs copy cat, talking bout my swag
hear some n-ggas talking
what they gon do uh
goin crazy break the bar im a break the rules
n-gga disrespect, take his ass back to school
if she trynna f-ck, tell a hoe bring some lube
aim for the moon nah no you ain’t cool
give ‘em nonstop, i’m a dark n-gga
got the blueprint i’m like jigga
n-gga i smoke, i pop i lean
i don serve the block, got love for the fiends
i don’t feel too safe, keep that bl!cky in my jeans
pretty little vibe
we get high like a kite
rocking off-white
no your hips don’t lie
oh oh oh
forgiatos on the whip
it look exciting
i just hit her once
now the b-tch enlightened
flip the switch
see the p-ssy wet in lighting
can’t eat the cake if don’t got no icing
i don’t worry bout a b-tch n-gga, that’s trifling
beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, tyson
trust in my razor, fredie kruger in your dreams
i just gave her keys to car, we wasn’t dreaming
i can’t tell you feel the pain when i sing
f-ck round n-gga you could die in this b-tch
saw me live she can’t believe what she seen
i just walked out with my jewelry on
copped a mclaren, they can f-ck on
rich n-gga, don’t worry what i got on
[hook]
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright
its okay, its alright

- cubane dion

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