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letra de game - lelo (usa)

[intro]
uh
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m a top shop, n-gga, no extra
my n-ggas gon’ fire, no extras
can’t hop out the ride, no exists
had to hop out the side, get reverage

[chorus]
she don’t talk, she don’t want me to pay for it
n-ggas face to high, can’t lay low
n-ggas pull out when i hop out the [?]
big nine so a n-gga wanna hang on
n-ggas whip to fly for a take-over
n-gga fear to fly, need a halo
want the tip now a b-tch wanna stay over
told her to fly right to me, no lay over
i’ll trip if the b-tch want fame
can’t face it, f-ck all the lame
make her vibrate when i switch out lane
ego high inside this game

[verse 2]
took the fast way up, no clip
quartеr m when i talk about dior
i don’t like no bad ho pictures, ‘causе she might get the wrong idea
’cause they might think a young n-gga gone
took my dog to a plane that foreign
got a five star b-tch performance
she a lil’ ho, think i’m conforming
got racks, n-ggas, ain’t even touring
if a n-gga [?] get swarmed, ayy
’cause snipe n-gga right out the yawn, ayy
three b-tch wanna pop out of sp-wn, ayy
[?] church, n-gga, standing ovation
got dogsh-t [?]
two shows, shout-out the nation
[?] i can spot out the nature
on the road, aerial location
beat it up like you ho want a placement
show off for a n-gga [?]
i’m the spot when she hop out the range
[chorus]
she don’t talk, she don’t want me to pay for it
n-ggas face to high, can’t lay low
n-ggas pull out when i hop out the [?]
big nine so a n-gga wanna hang on
n-ggas whip to fly for a take-over
n-gga fear to fly, need a halo
want the tip now a b-tch wanna stay over
told her to fly right to me, no lay over (fly right to me)
i’ll trip if the b-tch want fame
can’t face it, f-ck all the lame
make her vibrate when i switch out lane
ego high inside this game

[bridge]
ego high inside this game
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 3]
dogs on the outside, opps on the outside
pull up to hop out fleak
yeah, n-ggas be hostile
turn on the [?] soon as i hop out of reach, yeah
geeked on the wifi, slide to the cop side
she wanna pop out easy, yeah
beat up the guala, thank god to allah
i make a wild life n-ggas some pasta
foot on the gas, got me f-cking the to race up
top ten, b-tch, give a f-ck ’bout some make up
eight-hundred flat for the fabric that’s waist up
homer chain, i don’t listen to frank much
broke n-gga, we gon’ recycle and waste him
i don’t look up my idols, i race ’em
f-ck n-gga really my child i raised ’em
brand new fire when i hop out the side, that’s game

- lelo usa

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