letra de no key - fiji macintosh
fijimacintosh – no key (feat. zellyocho)
this sh-t sound like trap or die, that’s my sh-t right there
that song right there
n-gga, what’s good?
(yeah, yeah)
woo
woo, woo
i’m in the car but it don’t got a key
i put the chrome heart on top of my tee
my b-tch is pretty, she small and petite
ten k on white gold to cover my t–th
i’m from the bottom, we come from the street
check out the fit, man, this sh-t is on fleek
i’m tryna run up a hundred a week
you talking too much, boy, you sound like police
all of the guys in my pocket deceased
and they deep in the creak
margiela-giela, no regular tee
i
hopped in the game and i conquered it cheap
all of that envy, it made me a beast
down with my brothers, they ride for me
keep stealing swag but it’s obsolete
i ain’t even let that ho do a week
i changed the b-tch, that’s my vitamin c
i take a pill then a n-gga can see
i f-cked your b-tch, gave her vitamin d
confidence level done broke off the breach
smoking exotic got me out of my beat
say the wrong thing and end up on a tee
i don’t talk tough for no internet creep
you got no money, lil’ boy, take a seat
please watch the way that you talking to me
most of these n-ggas, they wait and see
most of these b-tches, they hate it to see
man up myself every time i believe
can’t wear my heart on my motherf-cking sleeve
spiritual war, tell me what you believe
i’m in the car but it don’t got a key
i put the chrome heart on top of my tee
my b-tch is pretty, she small and petite
ten k on white gold to cover my t–th
i’m from the bottom, we come from the street
check out the fit, man, this sh-t is on fleek
i’m tryna run up a hundred a week
you talking too much, boy, you sound like police
all of the guys in my pocket deceased
and they deep in the creak
margiela-giela, no regular tee
i
hopped in the game and i conquered it cheap
all of that envy, it made me a beast
down with my brothers, they ride for me
keep stealing swag but it’s obsolete
ayy, yeah, i’m f-cking the b-tches, they envying me
keep me a stick and i don’t gotta swing
good off some liquor, you don’t need no lean
f-cking that b-tch and i hit every week
aim automatic, you know we can’t link
my b-tch is bad and she wet like a sink
if smoke in the air we roll up like a leaf, yeah
money on my motherf-cking mind
yeah, we slime, we dropping a bomb
know that you’re dying
b-tch, i’m an addict, no money, i’m dying
ain’t rocking no but b-tch, i am violent
i f-ck her at she say i’m stylish, yeah
i learn the wheel, you know that i’m ridin’
i’m in the car but it don’t got a key
i put the chrome heart on top of my tee
my b-tch is pretty, she small and petite
ten k on white gold to cover my t–th
i’m from the bottom, we come from the street
check out the fit, man, this sh-t is on fleek
i’m tryna run up a hundred a week
you talking too much, boy, you sound like police
all of the guys in my pocket deceased
and they deep in the creak
margiela-giela, no regular tee
i
hopped in the game and i conquered it cheap
all of that envy, it made me a beast
down with my brothers, they ride for me
keep stealing swag but it’s obsolete
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