a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de die from corona - p yungin

die from corona lyrics
[intro]
(kponthabeat)
yeah, what? (baow)
yeah, what? (what?)
yeah, what?
yeah, what? (baow)
yeah, what? (baow)
(k4producedit)
yeah, what?
yeah, what?
mmm, yeah, mmm, what?
mmm, yeah, mmm, what?
mmm, yeah, mmm, what?
mmm, yeah
yeah

[chorus]
blow his brain up off his shoulder
talkin’ all this talk, you put his body in a toaster
b-tch, i’m out my body, plus you know that i been rollin’
got diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, you know i’m chosen
b-tch, i’m out my body, plus you know that i been rollin’
b-tch, saying to myself, i catch that boy, i’ma dome him
i ain’t playing with you b-tches, that’s n my soul, that’s on my momma
spendin’ all these d-mn checks, they got me high, f-ck a comma
we see that boy up in church, give him bullet holes right outside him
[verse 1]
i know i’m ratchet ’cause my dad ain’t use a condom
got some n-ggas from jurassic, leave you dead without no problem
54 shots up in his face, he ain’t no rеal don dada
you get touched too, you ain’t gon’ bleed and nevеr know what shot him
b-tch, i got my choppa in the back, that b-tch gon’ blow your head
saber up, when we go on this misson, got to leave him dead
and i gotta a little b up in the back, he tweakin’ off them meds
then i got lil’ kid right onside me, he the reason that they scared
break yo’ bread, break yo’ bed
put it up everyone, they fled
hide the gun ’cause i hear blue and red
who want it all when his dawg dead?
can’t trust you at all, fed
big bro got diamonds all in his mouth, sh-t
don’t need no attention because y’all all ain’t sh-t

[chorus]
blow his brain up off his shoulder
talkin’ all this talk, you put his body in a toaster
b-tch, i’m out my body, plus you know that i been rollin’
got diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, you know i’m chosen
b-tch, i’m out my body, plus you know that i been rollin’
b-tch, saying to myself, i catch that boy, i’ma dome him
i ain’t playing with you b-tches, that’s n my soul, that’s on my momma
spendin’ all these d-mn checks, they got me high, f-ck a comma
we see that boy up in church, give him bullet holes right outside him
[verse 2]
p-ssy boy, shoot that boy until he gone
i remember beaucoup nights when i was home all alone
n-ggas been actin’ like b-tches, these n-ggas wearing all these thongs
beat that stupid hoe all up, if she playing with my phone
b-tch, i’m tryna swerve, n-gga, tell me what’s the word
p-ssy boy ain’t never been no hoe, no, i’ll pull up on your curb
do your ass dirty with that rod, i’m tryna pull up like a purse
smokin’ on this weed and i sit back and them youngins, they gon’ swerve

[outro]
(kponthabeat)
(k4producedit)

- p yungin

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS