letra de opp hoes, pt. 2 - roadrunner glockboyz tez
[intro]
nah, pull up right here
my f-ckin’ phone dead, dog, let me see your sh-t
you gotta call these hoes, bro
hold on, that b-tch ringin’ right now
h-llo?
[verse]
so y’all was tryna set the play, huh?
i think b-tches gettin’ dumber by the day now
she sick we hip to her, she ain’t even had nothin’ to say
i know them n-ggas not random, you be with ’em every day
ayy, ayy, you a snake b-tch (yeah)
you should’ve found somebody else to play with (ayy, ayy)
muted the phone, told bro like we gotta face sh-t
you told them people еverything, i told your stupid ass not to say sh-t
ayy, y’all should’ve been some rеal b-tches how we did y’all
i ain’t gon’ lie, we finna do her like we did y’all
told her stop callin’, every time i turn around, this b-tch still call
ayy
opp hoes, i hate y’all
n-gga, i hate y’all
ayy
opp hoes, i hate y’all
i wish your mama would’ve let you eat an 8-ball
come and buy some weed from me, i’ma lace y’all
letras aleatórias
- letra de dry texts - my lonely bench
- letra de до конца (until the end) - gothexx
- letra de bitter - sadie nencini
- letra de bicycles - billy woods
- letra de clippin' - lil quavö
- letra de dance dance - fernanda abreu
- letra de like me & you - kygo, lozley
- letra de what are you made of - the call
- letra de underwater - naive (nλïve)
- letra de criminal - the call