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letra de skippin' - dreya mac

it’s alright, alright
cause i’m already for it like
it’s alright, alright
cause i’m already for it
it’s alright, alright
cause i’m already for it like
it’s alright, alright

yo, come out my way, oh lord
cuttin’ corners, just your everyday sh-t
cotton, cotton, cotton, they stay tryna eat off my plate like
ooh, baby we good, we full
we already ate (he-hah)
and you’re h-lla late like

barely full, let me digest
play it cool on me mic check
hit a sound of the pain when i might rest
cause everything i say, that’s with my chest
yeah it’s my chest, so i’m like ‘yes’
there’s a queen on the plane, yo my flight next
either land in my lane or i land left
but i’m right either way cause i planned it

so you can cry me a river or build me a bridge
but that’s like offering me dinner then closing the fridge
nah, you must be mistaken if i’m not your b-tch
that combination don’t fit, [?] like what will i fit
f-ck the right tools on my hip
pay that sh-t, the sticks and the stones
before the rocks and the bricks
it’s tight, what’s-her-face and so-and-so are people i might diss, like
they keep banging on about me, we might need a fist fight
like uppercut, just might need shuttin’ up
whole mouth just b-ttoned up
snip-snip, need cuttin’ up

yo, come out my way, oh lord
cuttin’ corners, just your everyday sh-t
cotton, cotton, cotton, they stay tryna eat off my plate like
ooh, baby we good, we full
we already ate (he-hah)
and you’re h-lla late like

if you call up on my name, imma vibe
all up on my game, i’m alive
cause i got the people on my side
that i can equally rely (sh-t)
not i put my boss to the test
play him at a game like chess
oh, no room to express
so, no room to impress

cause it’s like ‘who is she, who is her?’
i is she and you heard, f-ck around and get tough
f-ck around and get sprung
quiet down, here she comes
who wants the smoke?
inhalation in lungs
now i’m speakin’ in tongues
now i’m speakin’ in truths
ookie-books in the booth, like
it’s tight, what’s-her-face and so-and-so are people i might diss, like
they keep banging on about me, we might need a fist fight
like uppercut, just might need shuttin’ up
whole mouth just b-ttoned up
snip-snip, need cuttin’ up

yo, come out my way, oh lord
cuttin’ corners, just your everyday sh-t
cotton, cotton, cotton, they stay tryna eat off my plate like
ooh, baby we good, we full
we already ate (he-hah)
and you’re h-lla late like

- dreya mac

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