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 high jack - record boy

(bridge)
my b-tch bad
it hurt ’em bad
poppin’ tags
why they mad
i’m getting cash
it come in fast
i got the stash
in a backpack
why they on my back

(hook)
i just came home on an airplane
i’m tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
still cocaine on her nose ring
she just know me by my show name

(verse 1)
i want my style back
y’all just hijack
if i fly her out, she can’t fly back
she gimme long texts like a paragraph
and she gimme long neck like a giraffe
i could keep going, tryna leave this earth
i gotta look down then i see the dirt
i’m tryna get higher, f-ck nothing works
i’m tryna get higher until nothing hurts
i’m tryna get revenge, i might get a burst
ice on my chest, yeah, just like a shirt
remember all them nights dreaming ’bout a vert
i was on my own nothing f-cking worse
f-ck this, f-ck not being rich
i’m tryna make it out, but that cannot happen quick
every time i drop, it’s a f-cking hit
i’m looking up ahead and it don’t look like this

(hook)
i just came home on an airplane
i’m tryna go raw, she got a nuva ring
still cocaine on her nose ring
she just know me by my show name
i know she gonna call before the phone ring
you should stick around me, they all so lame
i cannot be seen with a no name
no, i cannot be seen with a no name

(verse 2)
anymore, i don’t show no love anymore
downward dog, yeah you know i’m all up in her core
getting all this money and i stuff it in my drawers
stacking all this money now it’s falling on the floor
activist, the devil on my shoulder i might let him in
i’m going late night, david letterman
i’m f-cking up a check in the carlton, and they want in

(bridge)
my b-tch bad
it hurt em bad
popping tags
why they mad
i’m getting cash
it come in fast
i got the stash
in a backpack
why they on my back

- record boy

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS