letra de gilltide - mehxer
take her to heaven, yeah
take her to heaven, yeah
switchin’ positions, yeah
yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, woah
yeah, oh no
yeah
gimme a minute
h-lla strapped up, we got sticks in the kitchen
yeah, aim that lil’ beam at ya head, we not missin’
b-tch, got 2 twin glocks, they gon’ shoot and dismiss em
i’m like d-mn, i’m drippin’ that hoe in designer
no, i am not one for the drama
pull out the 9, i might shoot at ya momma
yeah, they ask who did it, lil’ b-tch it is not us
don’t got no time for no switchin’
me and my gang, b-tch we been on a mission
b-tch, pull up, broad day, get that boy missin’
get that boy missin’
so you better listen
yeah, smokin’ d-mn dope till my eyes roll back
pull up and that hoe gotta lotta ass
rollin’ up on em, like boy where ya guap at
d-mn, finna rock that, yeah
yeah, b-tch don’t want no problems, no
gotta problem, then solve it, hoe
don’t interfere with my dollas’, whoa
b-tch act like i don’t know
i’m just tryna count dough
count up the bread with my bro’s
b-tch you know i’m from the 4
n-gga got smoke, don’t want nun’ of that
i pull up, pull yo top back
that lil’ hoe fine, and she bad
i wonder where she be at
i know she like my swag
we pull up in all black
yeah, yeah
and i’m geeked in this room
i been high, i’m off shrooms
i cannot f-ck with you
i cannot f-ck with you
i cannot f-ck with you, and you know just why ou
woah
gimme a minute
h-lla strapped up, we got sticks in the kitchen
yeah, aim that lil’ beam at ya head, we not missin’
b-tch, got 2 twin glocks, they gon’ shoot and dismiss em
i’m like d-mn, i’m drippin’ that hoe in designer
no, i am not one for the drama
pull out the 9, i might shoot at ya momma
yeah, they ask who did it, lil’ b-tch it is not us
i cannot take sh-t, from a hoe
lil’ b-tch know i’m geeked up, don’t ya know
we buyin’ them diamonds, not the gold
lil’ shawty be ridin’ d-ck, like a pro
miscommunication, pull out the 9
b-tch i ain’t scared, give a f-ck bout’ dyin’
smokin’ that dope, have a heart attack
yeah, that b-tch too crazy, now run that b-tch back, oh yeah, no
yeah, b-tch don’t want no problems, no
gotta problem, then solve it, hoe
don’t interfere with my dollas’, whoa
b-tch act like i don’t know
i’m just tryna count dough
count up the bread with my bro’s
b-tch you know i’m from the 4
letras aleatórias
- letra de gotas de lluvia - alberto barros
- letra de stafa max payne - mustafa (mlt)
- letra de in medias res (sørgelige skæbner) - k-liir
- letra de a place called this - l'roneous da'versifier
- letra de inglewood - new jack hustle
- letra de better & better - krs-one
- letra de refuge (psalm 91) - zoe worship
- letra de una calle nos separa - los leales
- letra de walk alone - mat musto
- letra de minuit - arka