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letra de tomorrow 2 - gorrila

they say they don’t f-ck wit’ me (cheese)
but i say they can’t f-ck wit’ me
just like the air, i’m everywhere
how you say it’s up with’ me?
pop-poppin’ sh-t, you would think i went to school for chiropractin’ (poppin’)
lookin’ good as h-ll today, just sent my n-gga five attachments (look at this)
why did you confront me ’bout a n-gga? man, you b-tches backwards
(stupid ass)

they come at me ’bout n-ggas who i don’t even find attractive (ugh)
i don’t know the n-gga, i just seened him on the town before
i can’t be up in her face, i took her n-gga down before (nah)
when i lose a n-gga, i just pop out and go find some mo’ (easy)
soon as i feel like my timе get wasted, then it’s timе to go (deuces)
they say they don’t f-ck with’ me
but i say they can’t f-ck with’ me (on gang)
just like the air, i’m everywhere
how you say it’s up with’ me? (huh?)
them b-tches should’ve stayed down
they could’ve been up wit’ me (too bad)
but all they doin’ is talkin’ down
’cause they can’t get up wit’ me (lame ass)
my ex f-ckin’ on my old friend, both they ass some f-ckin’ clowns (haha)
thinkin’ that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass ho)
he thought wasn’t gon’ have to stand on sh-t, like he was handicap (thought it was)

make that n-gga stand on that, now his ass can’t stand me now
high as f-ck, i’m lit, yeah, i don’t smoke no swishers (nope)
slidin’ with’ my gang and them, look at them like sisters (that’s gang)
these b-tches be lovin’ to go out sad about these n-ggas (ugh)
i don’t wanna hang with’ them, they don’t handle business (they can’t hang with’ us)
they be goin’ for anything, but i can’t go for none of that (none of that)
why would i go chase you? if i know you gon’ come runnin’ back (f-ckin’ dumb)
cut everybody off, lately been feelin’ like the lumberjack (f-ck ’em)
they really got me f-cked up, and i wasn’t goin’ for none of that (none of that)
she the type, the n-gga make her mad she go and tweet somethin’ (ugh)

me, i’m kinda ratchet still so i’m the type to beat somethin’ (beat ’em up)
i can’t love you, baby, like yo’ b-tch do, so don’t leave her (keep that b-tch)
he gon’ choose her every time ’cause it’s cheaper to keep her (hahaha)
can’t say yo’ name up in my songs, might not f-ck wit’ you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow (that’s just me)
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)
every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrows
ridin’ with my twin and ‘nem (skrrt), and we all look good as f-ck (gang)
she say she my opp but i don’t know her, had to look her up (f-ck is you?)
i know that i’m rich, but i can’t help it, b-tch, i’m hood as f-ck (woo)
i’ve been on these b-tches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (ah)
i can’t put you in my business (no), you might wish me dead tomorrow (yeah)
b-tches be on d-ck today, sing every word of “up” tomorrow (up)
b-tch, i still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (shh)
play with me today then get some sleep, you know it’s up tomorrow (woo)
fake b-tch, that’s why my friend f-cked on your n-gga (ah-ha)
both you b-tches p-ssy, i think y’all should scissor (ah, ha, ha)
she bought a chain, i bought the same one, even bigger (b-tch, it’s bigger)
she throwin’ shots, that’s how i know i got her triggered (ah)
i don’t speak dog, ho (woof), i don’t care what no b-tch say (no)
i stay on her mind, i got condos in that b-tch head (ah)
she say she don’t f-ck with me (who?), who said that you can, ho? (no)

that n-gga a munch and he gon’ eat me like a mango
long ass weave, it be ticklin’ my ass crack (ah)
wonder what i’ll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (huh?)
all y’all b-tches sweet, and i always get my l!ck, boo (facts)
i, i fight for my b-tches and i’m fightin’ over d-ck too (that, that, cardi, yup)
can’t say yo’ name up in my songs, might not f-ck wit’ you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)

every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrows
can’t say yo’ name up in my songs, might not f-ck wit’ you tomorrow (nah)
can get my feelings hurt today, i won’t give a f-ck tomorrow (that’s just me)
ain’t f-cked up ’bout no credit score, i might be rich as f-ck tomorrow (duh)
every day the sun won’t shine, but that’s why i love tomorrows

- gorrila

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