letra de adin ross - iayze
[intro]
(rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
real murda worth sh-t, b-tch, ayy, huh
huh, young n-gga gettin’ money on camera, n-gga, feel like adin ross, uh (like adin ross)
every time my momma got paid she used to take us to ross (take us– to ross, n-gga)
[pre-chrous]
ayy, i’m clean n-gga, she wanna f-ck, let me beat (b-tch)
clean out the scene n-gga, big ass truck, f-ck up the streets (rrr-rrr)
roll up the weed n-gga, roll the window down, don’t f-ck up the seats
give me a glock man, f-ck a lil’ promag
n-ggas gon’ fold off the g23
[verse 1]
30 gon’ sneak up and [lil’ dee?] creep, mp5 be bangin’ like mp3
i don’t get enough props when i shoot the glock, b-tch, i feel like cp3 (bi–)
i don’t get enough props when i took his thot, n-gga i just saved his life
i don’t gеt enough props, getting guap, laugh to the bank likе chris rock
[chorus]
i don’t get enough props, young n-gga, i know myself a boss (b-tch)
f-cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (b-tch)
she ride me like a motocross, many n-ggas in your yard built like rick ross
young n-ggas in the dark, they’ll let it spark (rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
[refrain]
f-cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (n-gga)
young n-gga, gettin’ money on camera n-gga, i feel like adin ross (b-tch)
every time my momma got paid, used to take a n-gga straight ross (b-tch, n-gga)
creep up through your bush, hide outside his house, everything he feel is hot
[bridge]
n-gga, hot n-gga (rrr-rrr-rrr, ayy, i love you, baby)
whatcha on, whatcha on? (was tryna say, ayy)
(rrr-rrr-rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (i love you, baby, hey, you know i’m gettin’ money)
i’ma just stick with a glock (rrr-rrr-rrr)
a glock, whatcha on, whatcha on? (and f-ck these n-ggas, i’m turnt up)
(rrr-rrr-rrr) whatcha on n-gga, whatcha on n-gga? (you know i go through the most but i don’t put you through that sh-t)
whatcha on n-gga, whatcha on? (whatcha on n-gga?)
[verse 2]
young n-gga, gettin’ money on camera n-gga, i feel like adin ross (b-tch, n-gga)
young n-gga make ’em f-ck up the stamina, get to shootin’ up the block (block)
bad b-tch, let me f-ck her on camera, i never cuffed a thot (thot, n-gga)
young n-gga, pistol on the greyhound, i never take the dot (n-gga, b-tch)
[pre-chorus]
ayy, i’m clean n-gga, she wanna f-ck, let me beat (b-tch)
clean out the scene n-gga, big ass truck, f-ck up the streets (rrr-rrr)
roll up the weed n-gga, roll the window down, don’t f-ck up the seats
give me a glock man, f-ck a lil’ promag
n-ggas gon’ fold off the g23 (bi–)
[chorus]
i don’t get enough props, young n-gga, i know myself a boss (b-tch)
f-cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (b-tch)
she ride me like a motocross, many n-ggas in your yard built like rick ross
young n-ggas in the dark, they’ll let it spark (n-gga, n-gga)
[outro]
(rrr–ayy, rrr-rrr, i love you, baby)
whatcha on, whatcha on? (was tryna say, ayy)
(rrr-rrr-rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (i love you, baby, hey, you know i’m gettin’ money)
(rrr-rrr-rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (and f-ck these n-ggas, i’m turnt up)
(rrr-rrr-rrr) whatcha on? b-tch, b-tch (you know i go through the most but i don’t put you through that sh-t)
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