letra de glow dat $tick - eevnxx (cover)
yo b-tch on me but you can never do nothing
cause yo momma raised a p-ssy
everytime i walk to the drop top, can’t help but
close my eyes cause my whip so glossy
god d-mn b-tch, i don’t smoke no gas
i don’t pop no xans h-lla cake
i just need that -ss don’t worry bout no mans
seven thirty wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
all my people riding in the back seat on a k!lling spree
wait, who that be? ready on the count of 3
squeeze that g, leave that scene
bouncin like the trampoline
people be starving
and people be k!lling for food
with that crack and that spoon
but these rich mothaf-ckas they stay eatin’ good
droppin’ wage livin good
holdin steel glocks but you been a b-tch suck a thick c-ck
f-ck a crip walk hit the strip like in bangkok
never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad
see me on the tv screamin’ “b-tch you a d-mn fraud”
and you don’t wanna f-ck with a chigga like me
when i pull up in that maserati, better duck fore ya brain
splatter on the concrete, i’mma hit you with that 45
bullet hit yo neck ’round the bow tie, lookin’ like a thriller
film b-tch i’mma go right back with the clip in i know
you be shakin’ don’t test me or i might just click at yo noggin
i was just thinkin’ bout you and it made me think of colors of the sp-ce
seventy miles up in my coupe and not a thought bout stepping on my brakes
i done seen you glow like that i must say that i’m proud
thinkin bout the times when you would go into my house, hey
had to let you go like that i’d say it f-cked me up
you live in my head without a doubt
always anxious, got your picture on my necklace
say i’m smart but never seen a day of campus
gave me nani don’t be sorry we just reckless
think about you every time i see your drawers
i be on my mac demarco sh-t, break my heart then smoke a cig, even put some cloves in it
don’t test me because my skin ain’t thick, hit your walls i need my fix, pull up on you i need
getting bread earn income (man)
spend it on this balmain
working all night i might run into the bat (man)
i don’t see no such thing as a motherf-cking bro mane
you ain’t f-cking slick if you think you in my team mane
i was just thinkin’ bout you and it made me think of colors of the sp-ce
seventy miles up in my coupe and not a thought bout stepping on my brakes
letras aleatórias
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- letra de te voy a olvidar - kathy
- letra de 至理明言 - 鄭秀文 feat. yan zhong kun
- letra de you deserve the glory - mona moore
- letra de pandora 3 - kid bracer
- letra de opportunity - cupcakke
- letra de it had to be you - bob dylan
- letra de lax - wale
- letra de xxl freshman freestyle - kodak black
- letra de smoke away my sins - noah