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letra de hi roller /demon time - lil yachty

[chorus]
all-white maybach, i nicknamed it scotty 2 hotty (woo)
my mexican b-tch treat me like liberace (yeah)
i threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
being raised by qc prepared me for the danger (hey)
my stick got a scope like a texas park ranger
i look up to mom and mom only
i ran up a sack in some orange grey saucony’s
my b-tches give love, but i’m still feelin’ lonely
my heart got a sp-ce the same size as a condom
no money can fill it, i’m hot as a sk!llet (hot)
these rappеrs two-faced, it’s so bad i could peel it
and see they true colors, i cut еvery finger for all of my bros
i’ll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some louis v covers
head first in the gutter (yeah)
if it’s for the guap, fettucine
might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini

[verse]
these new n-ggas weenies
the year is ’06 with my black bapesta beanie
she rub on my groin like there might be a genie
i can’t take a bad dressin’ b-tch to my mama
i might take the b-tch from the hood to bahamas
show her ’bout the world, this b-tch here ain’t even my girl (yeah)
can’t no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
n-ggas stay flexin’, they b-tch, i’ma look her up
hook her up, d-ck her down, got a new stick
nine-mil’ bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
i been that n-gga since, uh, i can’t remember
since when? wintertime, man, i remember december
wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
my b-tch was on set lookin’ mighty tender (woo)
so f-ck what they talkin’ ’bout, tell ’em to watch they mouth
‘fore i get outta body (yeah), and i knock ’em out
[chorus]
all-white maybach, i nicknamed it scotty 2 hotty (woo)
my mexican b-tch treat me like liberace (yeah)
i threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
being raised by qc prepared me for the danger (hey)
my stick got a scope like a texas park ranger
i look up to mom and mom only
i ran up a sack in some orange grey saucony’s
my b-tches give love, but i’m still feelin’ lonely
my heart got a sp-ce the same size as a condom
no money can fill it, i’m hot as a sk!llet (hot)
these rappers two-faced, it’s so bad i could peel it
and see they true colors, i cut every finger for all of my bruhs
i’ll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some louis v covers
head first in the gutter (yeah)
if it’s for the guap, fettucine
might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini

[verse 2]
knock ’em out
i bought twelve different whips like it’s nothin’ new
i keep bl!cks on the hip like they stuck with glue
i drop bombs on a b-tch, i’m not dj clue (boom)
my n-ggas bangin’ red, it’s the way of life (brrt)
we buyin’ guns like it’s illegal, on the ninth
f-ckin’ my asian, she makin’ me jasmine rice (go)
i took a whole lotta slander from f-ck n-ggas, broke n-ggas
f-ck all of that, i’m the prototype
[pre-chorus]
hook her up, d-ck her down, got a new stick
nine-mil’ bullets and thirty rounds, ready to hunt a clown
i been that n-gga since, uh, i can’t remember
since when? wintertime, man, i remember december
wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
my b-tch was on set lookin’ mighty tender (woo)
so f-ck what they talkin’ ’bout, tell ’em to watch they mouth
‘fore i get outta body (yeah), and i knock ’em out

[chorus]
all-white maybach, i nicknamed it scotty 2 hotty (woo)
my mexican b-tch treat me like liberace (yeah)
i threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
being raised by qc prepared me for the danger (hey)
my stick got a scope like a texas park ranger
i look up to mom and mom only
i ran up a sack in some orange grey saucony’s
my b-tches give love, but i’m still feelin’ lonely
my heart got a sp-ce the same size as a counter
no money can fill it, i’m hot as a sk!llet (hot)
these rappers two-faced, it’s so bad i could peel it
and see they true colors, i cut every finger for all of my bruhs
i’ll hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some louis v covers
head first in the gutter (yeah)
if it’s for the guap, fettucine
might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
[outro: lil yachty & draft day]
these new n-ggas weenies
the year is ’06 with my black bapesta beanie
she rub on my groin like there might be a genie
i can’t take a bad dressin’ b-tch to my mama
i might take the b-tch from the hood to bahamas
show her ’bout the world, this b-tch here ain’t even my girl (yeah)

- lil yachty

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