
letra de truth told, nope - glo
hehe
[chorus]
nope
yeah, that b-tch wanna come f-ck had to tell the b-tch (nope)
heard she got hit by the city i lied to the b-tch like i’m celibate (nope) (yeah)
he said can i front him a piece and that’s sweet i might have to go tell his ass (nope) (haha)
lil’ bro want a whole arp for a week n-gga dumb i’ma tell his ass (nope) (you tweakin’)
she askin’ me questions like, “am i the only one you’re f-ckin’ with?” (nope)
you already knew that though (duh), i bet you already knew that sh-t b-tch (nope)
i bеt you prolly mad right now you with that broke n-gga he ain’t havin’ no chips (nope)
i bеt you prolly sad right now you with that broke n-gga y’all ain’t takin’ no trips (nope) (haha)
i met this fine b-tch, she asked if i had plaques might have to tell a ho (nope)
[verse]
ridin’ round in the amg had to start gettin’ liquor from the corner store
that thot that you f-ckin’ and cuffin’ be on fifty nights she a corner ho
when momma had me i came out with a ski mask they say that young n-gga born to blow
my b-tches be bad let’s go ho for ho
havin’ all of these racks is on the floor
f-ck school i ain’t ever made honor roll
they like, “please keep dropping ’cause you’re on a roll”
skrrt off b-tch i’m on the road, everything i touch turn into gold
count these racks up let’s go, and f-cking these hoes like let’s go
feel it deep in your soul, like b-tch feel it deep in your soul
you can’t hang with the pros, no you can’t hang with the pros
(b-tch want me to go see her at ten in the morning, like seven years away, the f-ck?)
[chorus]
nope
yeah, that b-tch wanna come f-ck had to tell the b-tch (nope)
heard she got hit by the city i lied to the b-tch like i’m celibate (nope) (yeah)
he said can i front him a piece and that’s sweet i might have to go tell his ass (nope) (haha)
lil’ bro want a whole arp for a week n-gga dumb i’ma tell his ass (nope) (you tweakin’)
she askin’ me questions like, “am i the only one you’re f-ckin’ with?” (nope)
you already knew that though (duh), i bet you already knew that sh-t b-tch (nope)
i bet you prolly mad right now you with that broke n-gga he ain’t havin’ no chips (nope)
i bet you prolly sad right now you with that broke n-gga y’all ain’t takin’ no trips (nope) (haha)
(nope)
hehe
letras aleatórias
- letra de bitches - granuja
- letra de real life - stresi
- letra de came up (graves & clips x ahoy vip edit) - flosstradamus, fki1st & graves
- letra de mala - ilish
- letra de gt2 - group.
- letra de walk of fame - magno.pi
- letra de remember and proclaim - andrew peterson
- letra de labirinto ou não foi nada - gisela joão
- letra de não venhas tarde - gisela joão
- letra de deadlines - luncheon