letra de where ya at (freestyle) - neno calvin
look, i woke up with a bad b-tch, she pretty and nasty
pussy sittin pretty i’ll go low if she ask me
got me in my feelings, when i leave they just vanish
when i see the things i want my eyes get filled up with p-ssion
i ain’t going to p-ssions, i’m in penthouse
smellin’ like a pound, strippers tryna whip my d-ck out
i’m back on the mollys after shawty told me chill out
glizzy in the club so la boy you better chill out (aye)
i heard them niggas tryna ride, 30 shots on every glock them b-tches tryna die
i be [?] pimpin, my new hoe so photogenic
slangin d-ck to every pretty b-tch i’m going in guinness
i [?] with this shit, fall in love and then forget
how can pussy stay wet when all these ballers in this b-tch
watch your step or get slapped, go retarded in this b-tch
thot niggas me and mac, f-ckin’ b-tches for attention
i pulled up on the ave, rest in peace to trillamel
[?] in this year, free them shottas out them cells
i came up under the realest so i gotta keep it trill
i be trickin’ just a lil in la with [?]
pull up on yo block with 80 shots we letting go
niggas i look up to pimped hoes and sold c-ke
niggas on dope so some niggas sold both
feds snatch me up, 3 words ‘ ion know ‘
free my brother ackie yeah the wait is almost over
seat back buckin’ throwing l’s for his soulja
rest in peace soulja, i’m smoking with la soulja
i had popped a xanax ‘fore my interview with revo
got this nigga hatin’, i just pulled up on his b-tch
hoe he call his wife be doing pull ups on the d-ck
heart fell in they stomach when i pulled up in that benz
heart fell in they stomach when i took over the city (nenola)
heart fell in they stomach when “handouts” went triple digits
niggas in they feelings but really it’s bout the business
i had fell back for a minute to be generous
i had fell back for a minute to be generous
pourin’ up a deuce sippin’ til i’m off balance
f-ck her from the back til lil mama off balance
that’s another niggas problem, so it really don’t matter(2x)
pack just touched down, moon rock roll up
i be geeked up, piff gang roll up
f-ck nigga want beef? f-ck nigga get touched(2x)
i had realized that these niggas thats claiming that
they real guys tell real lies i realized these rap niggas be real job
stunt hard til my deadline, free my niggas doing fed time
straight from out that nolia, bullets flying ain’t no safe side
who f-cking with me in the city? name a nigga (point em out)
i’m on them xans but my youngin off them jiggas (make em jump)
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letras aleatórias
- letra de world’s end - young thrice
- letra de we belong together - exlo
- letra de constellations - walter florence
- letra de higher (stonebridge remix radio edit) - the saturdays
- letra de elvis - saint soprano
- letra de hakuna matata (dutch) - walt disney records
- letra de the soul knows - anneke van giersbergen
- letra de another one - morning show
- letra de go go go! - joey james
- letra de iced out! - raplord