letra de gotta tell - husayn
chorus:
gotta tell how a n—a love da guala
heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
countin’ bags bags bags i just buy i don’t want to
wrist froze wrist white like ice
cheddar grown mold i don’t check the f—-n price
tons of blunts rolled i’m my own plug for life
bankrolls, bricks, g’s come to light
verse 1:
see me skrt off benz benz benz
b—h i criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens
i don’t take loss i still get to f–k your friends
got a big box full o’ richard mille thangs
spend that money fast i be spendin’ n—a
flyin’ first cl-ss, window f-ck the middle
little blunt ash smokin on a missile
elevated s-x n—a have yo’ ever
came wid benefits had to give a little
times i reminesced havin’ juss a little
tries and tries i miss felt like bosh like chris
improvised a trick b—h i cracked the riddle
chorus:
gotta tell how a n—a love da guala
heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
countin’ bags bags bags i just buy i don’t want to
wrist froze wrist white like ice
cheddar grown mold i don’t check the f—-n price
tons of blunts rolled i’m my own plug for life
bankrolls, bricks, g’s come to light
bridge:
now i’m up here stackin bricks (stackin’ bricks, stackin’ bricks)
black shakespeare wid da hits( widda hits, widda hits)
doin’ doughnuts in a bliss
started 0 end with six (figures)
verse 2:
n—a hands down im a f—–g legend
manny pacquiao 60-4 neglected
ain’t no l’s juss the dubs im respected
ain’t no rings i just bought a necklace
look at all dez hoes all dez hoes all dez hoes
she da busty she pet-te think dats yo girl by the door
she gon’ spend da night wid me i’ma get’er back tommorow
i juss met her down da street could’ve sworn dat she a wh-r-
d-mn i know the technique
how she speak, all her streaks
how she tryna bend down make dat booty talk to me
n—a b——s finna drown when i pull up wid dat heat
i’m a m———–g clown du soleil i’ma eat
chorus:
gotta tell how a n—a love da guala
heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala
gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala
countin’ bags bags bags i just buy i don’t want to
wrist froze wrist white like ice
cheddar grown mold i don’t check the f—-n price
tons of blunts rolled i’m my own plug for life
bankrolls, bricks, g’s come to light
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- letra de bleach bath - spiritbox
- letra de venus de milo - lust for youth
- letra de 20099 - ansu
- letra de keep on going - world rejects
- letra de my love - roberta campos
- letra de the perfect gown - neyla pekarek