letra de stop posin for ig - dc the don
posing for the gram
he yelling n-gga tag me
posing for the
huh
hold up
yea ok
why you posing for the gram
(what you talking bout n-gga)
these n-ggas be hatin
but really #1 fans
hol up bruh is this ur mans?
i need my chicken in advance
i’m talkin 5-6 million
sky scr-pe buildings
40 achor land
gotta find my own way
find a place where i can lay
i been tryna make it happen
saw the sh-t change with everything 1k
mil town mil town
414 born and i was raised
h town h town
sauce wak travis scott
vibe waves
37 night and days
arron rodgers bay plays
trapping hallway maze
got my city so amazed
like how that tall lanky n-gga with the big t–th
finally make a way
like how tf he getting saved
i wonder how much did he make
brought the lambo to the hood feeling brave
ion want her if lil mama ain’t paid
ion want her if she ain’t got it maid
i might take her if she bad and she slayed
feel my presence
all you n-ggas behave
or open presents
with the 41 k
i’m breaking records
in the game like 2k
i’m just infectious
tell yo man grab the raid
this not a concert
on the gang issa rave
im tryna surf right on the crowd
like a wave
im taking orders
take yo mans to the grave
i line em up
i give lil brodie a shave
or give em swaggy
if he catchin a fade
my baby trippin
cause she know she got played
i’m sorry baby but a player
gone play
it’s dna
i got this sh-t in my veins
like ooo
ooo
fresh out da bed
f-ck a lil vest cause i’m comin for heads
f-ck ya lil crumbs tell yo mans get sum bread
gotta bad b-tch left her message on read
ooo
ooo
come here lil boo
zooted tonight but i’m leaving with you
bad b-tch so lavish i’m f-cking her too
date in the wrait let my stars be the view
x2
these n-ggas be hating
i’m hollywood chasing
i’m leaving the hood
but the hood follow me
you talking that smack
you gone end up on smack
like a backwood
i blow you lil n-ggas like trees
i’m fresh out the gutta
my money turn b-tter
i stripped yo lil b-tch
she get down on her knees
she wasn’t on me
when i wore the beanie
now i’m eating these tracks
turn my beanie to cheese
fresh off the east
where my lil n-ggas eat
i’m in field
you can probably catch me in sum cleats
i’m stacking my money so high
i just look to the sky
and thank god
for the birds and the bees
i wasn’t on sh-t
like 3 months and a week
now i’m selling out venues
man this sh-t is a breeze
i count h-lla bengies
my pockets was empty
no wonder these n-gga
don’t represent me
don
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- letra de the delinquent - malvina reynolds
- letra de our life - eric west
- letra de sauce - kidtaste, tranquillboi
- letra de losses - ned rorem
- letra de nasty weather - poor posture
- letra de lahore - guru randhawa & vee
- letra de into dawn - headed nowhere
- letra de og - saybu swag
- letra de 666 - svēte
- letra de the prettiest girl in school - anthony perkins