letra de blitz - govanni!
[intro]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
[verse]
what the f-ck i look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (cmon)
my lil’ n-ggas they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (cmon)
b-tch i’m sipping on wock don’t do tris, keep a glock when i’m mad
and that b-tch wanna f-ck i’m the sh-t, cause i’m lit, with a bag
i know these n-ggas really ain’t sh-t, why you sick?, why you mad?
these n-ggas cheap but we not tho
in a bentley i’m d-gg-ng the pot hole
with a white hoe she taking a her top off
n-gga talkin we knock off his taco (fheh)
i roll around with this cal in my hip
free y-, free ysl b-tch i’m slimey like sh-t
he drop the lo send that boy to the [?] won’t play with you n-gga, ion play with these hoes
im counting money from monday to sunday i’m rich as a b-tch i could f-ck on ya hoe
lotta of these n-ggas gon’ talk on the net see you in person that lil n-gga p-ssy he froze
b-tch i walk round like a mothaf-ckin [?]
b-tch i walk round with a rick owen coat
[interlude]
uh, b-tch you goin crazy
lil b-tch wanna have my baby
im like b-tch is you lil crazy
[?]
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
[verse 2]
what the f-ck i look like goin bad, goin sad?, goin back? (cmon)
my lil’ n-ggas they ready to blitz, where you at?, drop the tat (cmon)
b-tch i’m sipping on wock don’t do tris, keep a glock when i’m mad
and that b-tch wanna f-ck i’m the sh-t, cause i’m lit, with a bag
i know these n-ggas really ain’t sh-t, why you sick?, why you mad?
these n-ggas cheap but we not tho
in a bentley i’m d-gg-ng the pot hole
with a white hoe she taking a her top off
n-gga talkin we knock off his taco (fheh)
i roll around with this cal in my hip
free y-, free ysl b-tch i’m slimey like sh-t
he drop the lo send that boy to the [?] won’t play with you n-gga, ion play with these hoes
im counting money from monday to sunday i’m rich as a b-tch i could f-ck on ya hoe
lotta of these n-ggas gon’ talk on the net see you in person that lil n-gga p-ssy he froze
b-tch i walk round like a mothaf-ckin [?]
b-tch i walk round with a rick owen coat
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