letra de newports - lil rollie
[intro]
yeah, what?
hold up, yeah yeah, aye
(lil rollie on that beat hoe)
yeah
[verse]
free all my homies who stuck in the pen
i’m writing these lyrics with paper and pen
i’m f-cking this b-tch and i’m sipping on gin
i’m f-cking this b-tch then i spaz on her friend
they caught me slipping, won’t catch me again
stay with the chicks like a motherf-cking hen
shot his ass 5 times i shoot him again
this ain’t a glock 9 this a glock 10
been with the sh-t since the age of thirteen
i been with my boys never switched on the team
chop with extension, it got a red beam
i’m f-cking this b-tch and i’m making her cream
she camе on my chest, yea, she camе on supreme
i know i’m the sh-t you got low self-esteem
d-ck her down good, yea i made the b-tch scream
i got the sky hook like my name is kareem
thought he had a pimple, no that was my red dot
f-ck on his b-tch every chance that i got
you trapping off iphones, i’m trapping off ipods
don’t wanna lil boat yea i got me a big yacht
he tried to act tough and his stupid ass got shot
don’t pull up with bullsh-t we cooling at my spot
b-tch i got money, yes i got a lot
don’t play with that strap cuz’ that b-tch is just too hot
pulling up 4 deep, we riding in tahoes
ran his ass over though he was a pothole
go take his b-tch and i’m eating her gato
swear you don’t wanna f-ck with me and my vatos
smoke his ass like he a motherf-cking alto
moving big packs like i’m luis fernando
suck on my d-ck paint her face like i’m van gogh
p-ssy so wet so i gotta wear a poncho
got a big choppa it shoot out in bursts
f-ck on your b-tch and make her p-ssy squirt
shoot you in the face leave you dead in the dirt
shoot you in the face with a shotty like kurt
f-ck with me you gonna end up in a he-rs-
you act like a b-tch, hoe you carry a purse
ain’t leaving unharmed you gonna leave with a curse
murdered him left his ass right on a shirt
made his b-tch leave him, yea homie that’s my bad
f-ck on that hoe shooting movies on ipad
murdered his family, yea boo hoo you so sad
went took your b-tch and she’s calling me her dad
got h-lla guns like we isis in baghdad
don’t care about the price if i want it i bag that
you f-ck on that b-tch too bad i already had that
link with your b-tch post myself on her snapchat
i run it like nike i need me my checks
she suck on my d-ck nutted all on her chest
i’m not second or third hoe believe i’m the best
broke that hoe heart say i’m just like the rest
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