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letra de rover (remix) - fetty wap

[intro]
ooh, sh-t be drippin’ juice
that’s just what i do
ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
that’s just what i do, n-gga
ooh, i just bought a tool
i can’t wait to shoot, n-gga
n-gga, ooh (haha)
b-tch
[?]

[chorus: fetty wap]
b-tch i’m riding with my mothaf-ckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
count a hundred g’s in my loafers (money)
make a hundred plays with my broker (a hundred)
who the f-ck is he?
i don’t know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
riding with my mothaf-ckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
count a hundred g’s in my loafers (skrrt, skrrt)
make a hundred plays with my broker (shmoney)
who the f-ck is he?
i don’t know, skrrt (zoovie)

[verse 1: fetty wap]
b-tch i’m from the 12
f-ck a scale, i cut work up well
came from bustin’ sales
fetty cash, b-tch they know me well
really from the trap this ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ fairy tale
her face up in my lap i grip the mothaf-ckin’ steering wheel
ay homie, it’s a problem, we can’t shoot
i got homies watchin’ from the roof
looking at my engine it’s a coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
you got homies, i got homies too
you ain’t gettin’ money, b-tch, get on my level
such a gold digger, tell that b-tch get a shovel
know some n-ggas, had a shootout, then he told on his brother
rat -ss n-gga, you a cold motherf-cker

[chorus: fetty wap]
b-tch i’m riding with my mothaf-ckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
count a hundred g’s in my loafers (cash)
make a hundred plays with my broker
who the f-ck is he?
i don’t know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
riding with my mothaf-ckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
count a hundred g’s in my loafers (cash)
make a hundred plays with my broker (aye)
who the f-ck is he? (yeah)
i don’t know, skrrt (zoovie)

[bridge: fetty wap]
ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
that’s just what i do, n-gga
ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
that’s just what i do, n-gga
ooh, i just bought a tool
i can’t wait to shoot, n-gga
n-gga, ooh, i just bought a coupe
where the f-ck the roof, n-gga

[verse 2: fetty wap]
i got k!llers in my mothaf-ckin’ backyard
grew up in the trenches, i don’t act hard
n-gga think i’m p-ssy, i’ll smack y’all
pull up in a hooptie, let the mac off
i just hit the mall with the black card
had to spend a fifty, write the tax off
million in a month, b-tch i trap hard
i get what i want, i don’t act, dawg
gang

- fetty wap

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