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letra de dripp - jrrobs

{intro}
ooh-ooh-ooh
yeah
yeah ooh ooh
aye

{chorus}
f-ck it up yah
f-ck it up yah
f-ck it up, yeah
(all these f-cking punchlines)
ah, f-ck it up
pr stunts, yah
pr stunts, aye (pr stunts, pr stunts)
you’ll be shunned, aye
yuh, you’ll be shunned, yeah

{post-chorus}
i got a b-tch i love (i got a b-tch i love)
i got a b-tch i love (i got a b-tch i love)
i got a b-tch i love (i got a b-tch i love)
yeah that push-to-shove sh-t
ah, yeah i love it
(i love it ) rub it in
yeahh
yeah-ahh-ahh-ahhh

{interlude}
when i lose control of you
i f-cking lose it
ripped into bits
rip, rip, rip, ah
rip, rip

{verse}
rips me up into pieces
that i can’t put back together
oh my god, am i made out of leather
or do i – can i weather uh!
don’t get it, yahh- ah, ah-ahh-ahhh
how could you go this far?
how could you go this far?
leave scars, but feels like
i’m too weak to even think
of the consequences
at the time it felt like
it all made sense and i guess
it did, but what the f-ck you did to me
you trying to get rid of me
yah-eyahhh
nah-uh-ahh-uh-ahhh
nah (nah!)

{verse}
calling me, yeah
you just follow me
ah, yeah, be balling g’s
yeah, it be raining, yeah
so appalling, so shocking
so mocking, i be talking
about all this sh-t
(you ain’t sorry!)
and all this sh-t
ya, ya, shawty, shawty getting
really hard, yeah, yeah
yeah-ah-ahhh

{bridge}
red hot
yeah, red hot sriracha
all these despots (sauce!)
telling bullsh-t
i didn’t wanna get outta this sh-t

{verse}
to be honest, regardless
of my opinion, i still reign in dominion
don’t give a f-ck of what you minions
be thinking, ya
ya, tryna put me under the gun
i don’t give a f-ck
what? you picking and sticking
your d-ck into all this business
that’s is not yours (not yours)
don’t give a sh-t! ya
not keeping wh0r-s
awe, ya hot sauce, awe

{bridge}
i’m the boss
i don’t give a sh-t
i’mma gonna leave you
cruhh-uh-uhhhhshed (crushed)
aye! (aye!)

{refrain}
do i use my breath?
do i use my breath?
take my last breath
and one last shot and
i’m f-cking dead

{hook}
gun through my head
gun through my head
gun through my head
and i’m f-ckin’ dead (oh yeah)
running out of time
i’m f-ckin’ dead
it’s too late
(late, late, late, too late)

- jrrobs

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