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letra de no room - pnb rock

[intro: pnb rock]
[?]
oh yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
hitmaka

[chorus]
(yeah)
pull up on you p-ssy, watch me pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
i might swerve off in that a12 that’s drop top sh-t (drop top sh-t)
i got shooters for them n-ggas on that ra-ra sh-t (ra-ra sh-t)
ain’t no goin’ back and forth when i pop my sh-t (bri, bri)
all these emareld cut diamonds, my sh-t cool (my sh-t cool)
if she comin’ through, i bet she break the rules (break the rules)
i cannot trust, you know how these b-tches chew (b-tches chew)
ain’t no room for hating b-tches in the cool (in the cool, oh yeah)

[verse 1]
200 hoes wanna dash like (yeah), f-ck it i hope i don’t crash like (yeah)
i’m on the road to the richеs, i’m rich and i’m rich and i’m living too fast like yeah
i’m a two hoes and it’s crazy i ain’t gotta pick both thеm b-tches they bad like (yeah)
light skin b-tch with the tats like (yeah), brown skin b-tch ass fat like (yeah, yeah, ayy)
trap house going brazy, i just made a hunnid katie (hunnid katie)
n-ggas and you could never play me (play me), i’m from uptown baby (b-tch)
look at my left wrist, cost about 80, look at my neck, sh-t flow like the navy
new palm angels, i’ll drip on a daily, she don’t want a dent, she say i’m too wavy
[chorus]
pull up on you p-ssy, watch me pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
i might swerve off in that a12 that’s drop top sh-t (skr, skr)
i got shooters for them n-ggas on that ra-ra sh-t (on that ra-ra sh-t)
ain’t no goin’ back and forth when i pop my sh-t (bri, bri)
all these emareld cut diamonds, my sh-t cool (my sh-t cool)
if she comin’ through, i bet she break the rules (break the rules)
i cannot trust, you know how these b-tches chew (b-tches chew)
ain’t no room for hating b-tches in the cool (in the cool, oh yeah)

[open verse 2]

[chorus]
(yeah)
pull up on you p-ssy, watch me pop my sh-t (pop my sh-t)
i might swerve off in that a12 that’s drop top sh-t (skr, skr)
i got shooters for them n-ggas on that ra-ra sh-t (on that ra-ra sh-t)
ain’t no goin’ back and forth when i pop my sh-t (bri, bri)
all these emareld cut diamonds, my sh-t cool (my sh-t cool)
if she comin’ through, i bet she break the rules (break the rules)
i cannot trust, you know how these b-tches chew (b-tches chew)
ain’t no room for hating b-tches in the cool (in the cool, oh yeah)

- pnb rock

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