letra de i.d.k(i don't know) - new'zae
-verse 1
what’s real you fake -ss b-tches, what’s popping you p-ssy n-ggas/
step your square and triangle looking -ss in my circle,you’ll get disfigured.
uh
rainbow shorts, rainbow socks with black stripes, neon green vans/
black and yellow trukfit snap-back, white suspenders, and pink ray-bands
american flag on waist-line, i-phone on my f-cking lap/
i keep me a asain b-tch, who’s p-ssy tighter then seaweed wrap.
two twin b-tches one sweet, one sour, i call’em sour patch/
sweet got t-ts no -ss, and sour got -ss no t-ts, that’s mitch-match
but if it’s a threesome, it’ll go better for both-ways/
i’ll get that p-ssy, they’ll get that d-ck, that nut, that payday.
my third leg run marathons, ask your b-tch, she will confirm/
i’ll d-ck her down, f-ck her up, and rub her p-ssy like a urn
i’ll get her hot and ready like some crispy-cream donuts/
i’m shooting for the stars, please tell the dodging astronauts
they say, you have to pay the price, i paid mines in full, b-tches/
tie tied around her lips, technically speaking, her head game mean business
when her head game mean business, you just won’t be able to smash/
p-ssy on niagara falls, head game on whiplash.
-bridge
i can’t stop loving these b-tches,nor these f-cking hoes/
because at the end of the day,sh-t hoes just gonna be hoes
-hook
and when hoes be hoes/
i’mma let that motherf-cker go
like a trigger, after the fire is blown/
before the n-gga notice the grip/
sticking out side of his hip
like a motherf-cking camel-toe
when you stick to that g-code sh-t/
b-ss gang in this sh-t, you b-tch you, you a b-tch
and all i want is a fat chick,who say that real sh-t/
like, new’zae i’m hungry, feed me that mcd-ck
-verse 2
i am who i am, but i am of no relations/
i have threesomes to replace the thoughts of ultimatums
-bridge
i can’t stop loving these b-tches,nor these f-cking hoes/
because at the end of the day,sh-t hoes just gonna be hoes
-hook
and when hoes be hoes/
i’mma let that motherf-cker go
like a trigger, after the fire is blown/
before the n-gga notice the grip/
sticking out side of his hip
like a motherf-cking camel-toe
when you stick to that g-code sh-t/
b-ss gang in this sh-t, you b-tch you, you a b-tch
and all i want is a fat chick,who say that real sh-t/
like, new’zae i’m hungry, feed me that mcd-ck
letras aleatórias
- letra de зачем? (why?) - aqvamarvn & requiem
- letra de the waiting room - zecrio
- letra de everybody listens to techno - nick havsen
- letra de страдай (stradai) - kanjo
- letra de friends (acoustic version) - jesse mccartney
- letra de дожди (rains) - эсчевский (eschevskii)
- letra de hlm ville - stavo
- letra de sara (single version) - fleetwood mac
- letra de сгу74 (sgu74) - viceset
- letra de fly by night (trnd remix) - lucian