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letra de bugs - gio cordova

[gio cordova]:
i’m the type to always win
shoot my shot, i pray it go in
not like locked in, you’re not my friend
cause the way that you act, it just make no sense
i sit in the room, i stare at the clock
time go by, i just hope it don’t end
want me to quit, want me to stop
take your song, i throw it in the bin
city of sin, that’s where i am
doing this sh-t that you wish that you can
i’m ballin’ hard, lebron game four
blood in the place, got blood on the floor
shruggin’ it off, i don’t want it no more
take a step back, yea head to the door

i pull up throw these keys to the valet
number one even on my bad day
number one even on my bad day
number one even on my bad day
yeah, i’m gone, i’m lost in the wind
pockets is fat, your pockets is thin
exclusive, i can’t let you in
tryna be me, but boy, you’re not him
colorful lights in the room
fell in love, you the one that i choose
too punk, i don’t follow the rules
keep it solid, can’t pity no fool
triple x, yeah, i’m too vool
and this sh-t that i do ain’t new
and this sh-t that i do ain’t new
let him catch up, it’s cool
[nook]:
i’m the o with a asian b-tch, she look, and smell so good
i’m in shibuya with asian sh-t, i’ma take the hoe back to the hood
i’m the room with a blasian, b-tch, got lulu on her b-tt
she look so good, she don’t pay for sh-t, she got vetement on her rug
she play with the d-ck like a rope
she give it a pull, she give it a tug
y’all n-ggas od ants to me
i’m steppin’ on sh-t like a bug
these n-ggas od lame, see me in person, give me a hug
f-ckin’ this hoe off a perc
now she addicted to me like a drug
i put so much chains on this lil’ b-tch, she like a slave to me
went from simpin, then i went to pimpin, sh-t’s a game to me
money crippin, we big-body whippin, n-ggas lame to me
me and gio geeked up in the stew
tt’s somethin’ you pay to see

[gio cordova]:
i’m so punk and i’m so raw, ain’t hard to find
i’m at the mall, tony montana, i want it all
stare at the phone every time that you call
and i know that you hate it, you so mad, you can’t take
way i feel it’s amazing, round the room and i’m pacing
it’s so close and i can taste it
put it in pain, no, i can’t fake it
it’s so close and i can taste it
put it in pain, no, i can’t fake it
i’m in orlando, i look at the sky
gas in my lungs, yeah, i’m too high
it’s all over, telling her bye
i told you the truth, never told you a lie
want me to quit
want me to stop
take your song, i throw it in the bin
city of sin, that’s where i am
doing this sh-t, that you wish that you can
i’m ballin’ hard, lebron game four
blood in the place, got blood on the floor
shruggin’ it off, i don’t want it no more
take a step back, yeah, head to the door

baby, i’m gone in 30 minutes
this song, i never finish
there’s no one else around, all alone
i hear the crickets
baby, it’s fine, it is what it is
don’t send me no snaps
yeah, i’ma get p-ssed
about my bag, about my chips
yeah, i’m all done, huh, that’s it

- gio cordova

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