letra de special - quik marly
[intro]
think i’m special
(think i’m special, think i’m special)
i think i’m special
think i’m special
(think i’m special)
[chorus]
keep some gold around my neck, i think i’m special
(think i’m special)
get yo b-tch up off my d-ck, she think i’m special
(think im special)
i held it down for the plug, he gave me extra
(he gave me extra)
you held me down when i was broke, i can’t forget you
(yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah
popped a couple pills, i’m feelin special
(feelin special)
i done did some dirty sh-t, i feel regretful
(feel regretful)
i’ll lay you down for my son, becausе he’s special
(cuz he’s spеcial)
baby momma had my son, i can’t forget you
(yeah, yeah)
judge on me, only god can judge on me
(yeah, yay)
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough on me
(yeah, yeah)
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough on me
(yeah, yay)
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough
(yeah, yeah)
pop a couple pills, i’m feelin special
(yeah, yeah)
i keep some gold around my neck, i’m feelin special
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay)
ay, get yo b-tch up off my d-ck, she think i’m special
(yeah, yeah)
you held me down when i was broke, i can’t forget you
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 1]
feel like martin luther king, they locked me up
(they locked me up)
told my p.o. – had a dream i’ll smoke a blunt
(i’ll smoke a blunt)
wanna be me, when they see me fresh as f-ck
(i’m fresh as f-ck)
right-hand tweekin, think i’m tryna set him up
(yeah, yeah)
every night, i talk to god, i’m askin questions
(askin questions)
if your girl wanna be a hoe, then you should let her
(then you should let her)
heard my b-tch is mad at me, but i ain’t stressin
(but i ain’t stressin)
these n-ggas funny-style, and i can’t even respect em
(yeah, yeah)
these n-ggas talkin down, but they don’t know me
(they don’t know me)
i just smoked a eighth with shaq, i feel like kobe
(i feel like kobe)
remember those that gave em twenty, like gin0bli
(just like em)
i always thought that he was real, until he folded
(yeah, yeah)
i was taught to stack this money till it’s motey
(yeah, yay, yeah, yeah)
i was taught to stack this money, till it’s motey
(yeah, yeah)
bout that pistol play, then n-gga, gotta show me
(yeah, yay, yeah, yeah)
you bout that pistol play, then n-gga, you gotta show me
(yeah, yay, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
keep some gold around my neck, i think i’m special
get yo b-tch up off my d-ck, she think i’m special
(think im special)
i held it down for the plug, he gave me extra
(he gave me extra)
you held me down when i was broke, i can’t forget you
(yeah, yeah)
popped a couple pills, i’m feelin special
i done did some dirty sh-t, i feel regretful
(feel regretful)
i’ll lay you down for my son, because he’s special
(cuz he’s special)
baby momma had my son, i can’t forget you
(yeah, yeah)
judge on me, only god can judge on me
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough on me
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough on me
i got some plugs homie, but it ain’t enough
(yeah, yeah)
pop a couple pills, i’m feelin special
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