letra de rarri - mblee the duurt
[intro]
ello!
new wave, i think it’s another wave man
[pre-chorus: mblee the duurt]
i be chillin’ i be boujee (bad!)
i be minding my own coochie
i don’t toast with the champagne
thick b-tches, it’s a campaign
i be sippin’, get me lit n-gga
[chorus: mblee the duurt]
doing doughnuts in the whip with her (whip with her)
he told me “come to the party (party)
ride on this d-ck like a harley” (harley)
so i pull up in a ‘rarri (raa!)
y’all n-ggas always be sorry
that’s why i pull up in ‘rarri (ra! ra-ra!)
pull up in ‘rarri
come to the party (party)
[verse 1: mblee the duurt]
i’m twerkin’, i’m surfin’ the wave (surf, surf!)
i’m curvin’ and swervin’ the hate (swerve, swerve!)
zulu mama with a fat figure
but this finger for the gat trigger
run the money like a quarterback
tell a n-gga “i need more of that” (ayy, ayy)
market value never ever drop
n-ggas call and need that winning stock (ooh)
loving the buck that i bake (bake)
just want a taste of the cake (mmh)
these hoes just props n-gga
lookin’ like father clark n-gga
n-gga you know that my ass swole
you knew that i was a assh0l-
short d-ck n-ggas always talking like they know what the end of the p-ssy like
choppin’ that money like jelof rice
really been serving the game
they cappin’, they sh-t ain’t the same
[pre-chorus: mblee the duurt]
i be chillin’ i be boujee (bad!)
i be minding my own coochie (ooh)
i don’t toast with the champagne (cheers)
thick b-tches, it’s a campaign
i be sippin’, get me lit n-gga (woo)
[chorus: mblee the duurt]
doing doughnuts in the whip with her (whip with her)
he told me “come to the party (party)
ride on this d-ck like a harley” (harley)
so i pull up in a ‘rarri (raa!)
y’all n-ggas always be sorry
that’s why i pull up in ‘rarri (ra! ra-ra!)
pull up in ‘rarri
come to the party (party)
[verse 2: syncane]
pull up to the show, now give me guap
getting litter than a kiddy box
eye blind, fetty wap
ladies lovin’ how i milly rock
hay’ blind, mara ball
i just kick it like a maradona
one time, fak’umoya
i be puffing on that paranoia
hermès on the belt, skatla mona kadi fong kong
tom ford for the smell
[?]
give a f-ck how you felt
sippin’ lager kadi long tom
it’s a whole ‘nother relm
you know where to find, ke montlong
with the drip kele tshwatla
you ain’t f-cking with the mpahlas
rip to senyaka, this that chesa mpama
i don’t fit in no category
lot of stamps in my passport
people ask what i rap for
i just like it when the camera rollin’
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- letra de baddadan - extended mix - chase & status
- letra de dele litt (yakari) - voldtechno
- letra de turn red - mali velasquez
- letra de tell me why - astorytold
- letra de thousand people - anthony kannon & frost gamble
- letra de in sickness - the downstairs room
- letra de mnogo volim te - vesna mrak
- letra de in your world - revelstoke