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letra de headless - rosso

(nevaeh)
and i got like 60 shorties on my text line
they say heaven you up next you in the next line
they might hit me on my phone but i won’t answer
so slick so smooth i got the moves i’m like a dancer
and these n-gg-s see me rolling like i’m d-mn tired
turn a 20 to a g and she like “d-mn clyde”
i might hit you back to back ’cause i’m a cancer
young player k!ll the p-ssy ’cause he can sir
get on a roll i’m with it
i’ll probably be sober with it
but i can’t be sober in it
i feel it was all intended
and baby got me like a shirt
i want to be permanent perms
they want me up there to rehe-rs-
they say heaven take me to church
but i can’t reach all my limits
i’m going ten miles a minute
and i cannot pay for no women
they say heaven “why you sinnin'”
a young n-gg- sinnin’ in linen
and i cannot fold i keep winnin’
so now i’m fresh out the playground
so that i can feed all my children
the sh-t that my gang is all living
don’t remember her name but the face
before she can talk give me face
i think i’m just going through a faze
i think i’m all out of my mind
i think she might call anytime
i think i might just hit decline
like i was in floral design
like i was like lips, catcher
got me moving rices
i just wanna f-ck so you can cut all of my ties b-tch
don’t return my shirt unless you wash that hoe with tide b-tch
looked up at my calendar and had to f-ck a pisces
nutted on her back ’cause she had back pains like i’m christ b-tch
i’m just on some crazy i can really do it right sh-t
look right through the hate like i had visors on my eye lids
i don’t even slap but i be slappin like it’s rice crisps

(bridge)
they say heaven yeroc y’all are on the stage
can’t believe these n-gg-s really getting paid
never switch up on my gang that sh-t was lame
i can see it in they eyes these n-gg-s lame

(yeroc)
if you f-ck with me, then you understand my grind
had to cop a rollie just to tell the f-ckin time
tick, tock, man you know that sh-t don’t tick
hatin’ from the crowd but i’m still getting rich
drivin’ fast while i’m zooted
with a bad b-tch i recruited
dress her up in some louis
while my belt tied to my trueys
red and blues every corner
not my bro’s, this ain’t warner
watch your back, got you cornered
movin’ on movin’ forward
stop the crime, stop the k!lling
and i’m anxious, for my millions
swear to god, i’ma get it
swear to god, not gon’ miss it
young n-gg- fly i got ’em saying superman
cops search my beam just to find some contraband
the zip’s at the crib i never drive dirty
got the shooters waiting for the p-ss call ’em curry
nafwu
we the, mother, f-ckin’, crew
started, from the, bottom, who you
drivin’, in that, maserati coupe

(bridge)
they say heaven yeroc y’all are on the stage
can’t believe these n-gg-s really getting paid
never switch up on my gang that sh-t is lame
i can see it in they eyes these n-gg-s lame

- rosso

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