letra de 76 miles - detroit l-o
76 miles lyrics
[verse 1]
on the phone talking numbers with j manny
sipping on e&j, so it’s rest in peace to my granny
rican chick in that two piece, i got my hands on her f-nny
keep eyes on these little n-ggas, i play the role of a nanny
pulled me a spanish chica, i thinka imma call her dora
think i met her in florida, she give me no neck like florida
but we still had good times, girl i’m a lifestyle catcher
just call me detroit l-o, or call me the p-ssy stretcher
when i send hoes the pic, they always say goofy sh-t
likе, “boy that pic ain’t you” or “i don’t think it’s gon fit”
i’m at the crib, champagne and fl!cks, n-gga while it’s thundеring
i don’t approach b-tches, i like to keep them wondering
n-ggas hate so much, i think ya’ll need something to do
and i’m balling out the ass, but yo boy ain’t number two
i stick paper together like i play with elmers glue
liveraw die raw gbt, we the crew
ya’ll n-ggas need a bae, i need bands today
they might be making millions but these n-ggas really g-y
good head, give her props, cuz that’s a shiny ass stick
look like a kitchen floor when you run a swiffer cross that b-tch
20 years old with a cadi in my name
lil n-gga i was stacking, i suggest you do the same
always talking bout what they need all day
never cuff a b-tch who always smell like weed all day
in my city, you can’t trust a eastside female
so if you f-ck with one, don’t buy the sh-t that she sell
f-ck relationship goals, i’m out here tryna touch pros
you caked up with the same hoe that wanted us to run sto’s
n-ggas in the streets out here doing the most boy
even if the money hot, i’m breaking bread like toast boy
left the club with his chick, he mad i took her
and now he thinking it’s a joke, he tryna find ashton kutcher
grab her anytime, suckers gon have to book her
playing on my green, now i’m on the t like booker
if a b-tch get too stuck up, man i might have to cook her
and now she playing with my meat, so i call her a butcher
[hook]
76 miles, my bros going wild
pop bottega with bimbos is my style
speed up……. now speed up [repeat]
[verse 2]
you ride with one chick, l-o like to chill with 3
two giving stupid head, other rolling up the tree
told her i don’t even smoke, she said “n-gga this for me
and when i’m done with the blunt, i want you to give me the d”
throw a cape on that hoe, cuz that girl a super freak
i had to give her the pipe, just so i can fix the leak
flat screen, watching martin, spilling moet on the couch
on my way to some coochie, money call, i switch the route
cuz p-ssy ain’t a necessity or found in us treasury
baby i’m the ruler, so it ain’t no need to measure me
counting up a couple thousand dollars feels heavenly
call a n-gga #1 girlfriend to pleasure me
n-gga imma flex her, call me mr. homewrecker
do her wrong and then i next her, then i skate like ryan sheckler
tryna compete with us, man you already took a loss
hit her with the stick, then i pass her, i should play lacross
b-tch i got the cream, i’m the dairy queen king
making mad money, so you know my pockets mean green
step up in that b-tch nautica’d down, i’m a trend setter
n-ggas call me l-o the crater, how i cut cheddar
i ain’t talking gucci when a n-gga got some g’s on me
hoes treat me like nachos, they want me when i got cheese on me
pass me the rag, n-ggas bout to get wiped out
f-ck sweeping n-ggas, bro we bout to pull the mops out
one of my goals, to leave my hoes with the crushed face
now these b-tches tripping with no shoe lace
thinking sh-t sweet, better get the f-ck out my face
want an automatic friend, b-tch go make a mysp-ce b-tch
you can’t even suck yo way back on my team
she a double back queen, looking for a royal king
i swear these hoes silly like a kevin hart stand up
n-ggas wanna argue over twitter, n-gga man up
lil n-ggas talk like they a grown man, little boy
getting they ass whooped by they mama’s man, baby boy
never show the real good life to a simple hoe
so i smashed her on some sheets that i got from the dollar store
yea you looking crispy with yo little louis fit
i throw on american eagle and i still pull yo b-tch
that chick can’t keep it real, n-gga i don’t even like her
that’s why when i hit, i change my b-tches like a sh-tty diaper
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