a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de mud mission - dom corleo

[verse]
uh, we done hit that drop right for codeine
dirty cups full of syrup
dirty meds, what’s the word?
pretty hoes from the ‘burbs
in that urus, i’ma swerve
we done came off the curb
like f-ck what you heard
and that glock-4 get to talkin’
in these christians, b-tch, i’m just walkin’
when i find the boy ther ain’t talkin’, ain’t no conversation, we gon’ just stalk him
i’ma get up on him and stomp him
do my diddy bop [?]
tell the .45 go drop him
i ain’t f-ckin’ with him, just block him
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no loose topics
think a b-tch when she toppin’
she know that i’m an only option
i can buy these hoes like they an auction
inaugurate me, i’m the capo
they put me straight up in that office
i’m in miami like a dolphin
i’m hangin’ ’round with the dope feens
my brother, he don’t ever sip green
cool it down, don’t sip please
when i’m talkin’ you gon’ stand out
no lookin’ ’round and don’t sit please
in the studio, no d-mn sleep
been on my own, i been one deep
and the lil’, [?] she a d-mn treesh
had to put her back in that d-mn street
i been sippin’ syrup by the liter though
i like your curves, what you eatin’, hoe?
sippin’ paint like it’s easter though
free bands comin’ in, lil’ dough
pandemic, too sick, lil’ dough
bandemic, we rich, the dough
i done went and got the bag up, yeah
i done went and took the bag route

- dom corleo

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS