letra de privmas cypher - priv
[verse: dilo]
like hey (oh, hi)
what we doing? (what we doing?)
never hit me back, no cap, who you screwin’?
call me smooth crim’, but this ain’t no michael jack’ (michael jack’)
fallin’ right to pieces, michael jordan, back to back (back to back)
f-ck these debbie downers, what you sayin’
i got powers, i ain’t sharing, this is ours, for the free-free
and we rollin’ to the party, shockin’ b-tches, comin’
now we disappear, we ricky bobby, mr. meeseeks
what you say? oh hey, oh hey
we don’t play, oh hey, oh hey
yeah, rock out, ferris bueller
i get b-tches, priv a loser
swervin’ in a pretty cruiser
she love me just ’cause i’m cuter (ha-ha-ha)
[verse: holyvaun]
na, na, na
na, na, na, na
i didn’t know dilo had that all in his f-ckin’ bag
and we throw a f-ckin’ ball, yeah, watch me run it back, ba-ba-back, back
f-ck, i need to get on track
and she lookin’ super cute in the back, yeah
she, a spanish b-tch, from the bay
and i hear her scream olay
but i’m done, done, i’m done with all the bullsh-t
i don’t know what is wrong when you never cool it
[verse: issaclost]
i don’t really try, all these girls wanna meet me
put my track in the back, it’s on repeat
got the stamina, i’m livin’, you can see-e-e-e
gotta cool down from my cup of caffeine-i-ine
livin’ life on my own terms
say i’m a fool, just watch, and i’ll show her
[verse: tansea]
yeah, yeah, i’ll show her
yeah, she wanna get a fl!ck, i don’t know her
yeah, my team is goin’ up like a ‘coaster
wanna see a hunnid bands? then i’ll show ya
they wanna talk on my name for exposure
wanna talk out of my name, but i don’t know who he is
yeah, i made a couple songs and they messin’ with the kid
b-tch, i’m in my bag, why you always tryna link?
think i got the flu cause everything i say is always sick, sick, sick
everything i say is always sick, sick sick
everything i say is always sick
[verse: tansea]
yeah, one, two, one, yeah
i got way too much on me, i feel like it’s enough
you gon’ try to pull up in my section with a gun
you get popped, you get shot, you get put into the ground
everyone tryna bite my sound
i got my dogs with me, my hounds
this ain’t my beat, but i’m a producer
i make great sauce, ’cause you are a loser
don’t need a gun, i don’t need a ruger
i got my team, yeah dilo’s a shooter
this ain’t my beat, but i’m a producer
i make great sauce, ’cause you are a loser
don’t need a gun, i don’t need a ruger
[verse: rice]
won’t you stop it?
f-ckin’ with you people makes me nauseous
toxic, drain of energy cause of the toxins
popped in, i’m in the picture and you get cropped out
clocked in, i’m putting my time while you be oppin’
dark force, running when i tag you with that laser
star wars, planning now i’m pulling up a saber
feeling like i’m [?], bank is made of alligator
she wanna come over, man, i’ll have to see you later
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