letra de slatt - kirakhi
yeah yeah yeah yeah, aah, pull up on gang sh-t,pull up on gang sh-t, pull up on gang sh-t , ya ya , ayeejee..
telling my chants
blowing your pants
i hate giving
second chances
stay in my lane
making a change
always speak outta range
telling my chants
blowing your pants
i hate giving
second chances
stay in my lane
making a change
always speak outta range
always speak outta range
teasing me lotta brains
hop in a coupe i need that pure like a patek or a benz ah!
telling my chants
blowing your pants
i hate giving
second chances
stay in my lane
making a change
always speak outta range
always speak outta range
teasing me lotta brains
hop in a coupe i need that pure like a patek or a benz ah!
started trapping at fourteen
and been the nibba always floating
too many bands on the table im eating roti
rob your mans i do that if it’s important
all these rappers just bread with no potent
christmas riches on the plane first cl-ss sorted
i need all my goals murdered and -ssorted
like the shoes
for the set
murder the set
double the checks
rocking my rents
shopping f-cking baguettes
slatt slatt slatt slatt slide on that bish
babysitting my feet k!lling but i die for my bish
and i die for my gang
she wanna kiss i wanna miss thats more hunnids for the gang
need a fridge to freeze this
hop in a musanne
designer my chains
money safe in banks
skating on this ice
she a pretty liar
she a pretty liar
im finna spit some mof-cking fire
i dont know where to go at times
pop a xannie in my fenny and i cry
ive been baggin up all life ain’t a lie
now im ayejee rocking daily that the silverline yeah!
pop a xannie baby daddy monkey junkie ou
told my bich she a dime f-ck her friend too
walk to tops skrrt the lots on a rental uh
skip all the day night we play that the code wuu
telling my chats
blowing your pants
i hate giving second chances
stay in my lane
making a change
always speak out of range
always speak outta range
teasing me lotta brains
hop in a coupe i need that pure like a patek or a benz ah!
bring down qudos that my only dream
me and ayejee better than your team
in the hills calling ghettos tropical scream
milky way trapping all day we dont do sins
hop in a musanne
designer my chains
money safe in banks
skating on that ice
she a pretty liar
she a pretty liar
im finna spit some mof-cking fire
slatt slatt slatt slatt slide on that bish
babysitting my feet k!lling but i die for my bish
and i die for my gang
she wanna kiss i wanna miss thats more hunnids for the gang
need a fridge to freeze this
slatt slatt slatt slatt slime on that bish
babysitting my feet k!lling but i die for my bish
and i die for my gang
she wanna kiss i wanna miss thats more hunnids for the gang
need a fridge to freeze this
slatt slatt slatt slatt slide on that bish
babysitting my feet k!lling but i die for my bish
and i die for my gang
she wanna kiss i wanna miss thats more hunnids for the gang
need a fridge to freeze this
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