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letra de posture - ​saive

[intro]
uh, bullet gon’ change his posture
(i don’t need to be saved)
uh, mani got dreads like a rasta
aye, bullet got change his, yeah
aye, bullet gon’ change his posture

[chorus]
bullet gon’ change his posture
we finna’ cook him up just like it’s pasta
mani got dreads like a rasta
talking bout’ money, i got a lot of it
i’m in the trap and i’m serving like all of it
yeah, the bullet finna hit his head
walk in this hoe, and i’m looking sped
i feel like carti that’s whole lotta red
bullet gon’ change his posture
we finna’ cook him up just like it’s pasta
mani got dreads like a rasta
talking bout’ monеy, i got a lot of it
i’m in the trap and i’m serving like all of it
yеah, the bullet finna hit his head
walk in this hoe, and i’m looking sped
i feel like carti that’s whole lotta red

[verse 1]
uh, yeah i got that bullet it finna hit him in his leg
uh, aye, stop talking on the gang you gon’ be dead
uh, i told my bro to chill, he keep on taking meds
all of my bruddas go up, countin’ bread
i don’t want drama, i stay to myself
aye, yeah, run up on me you gon’ need some help
yeah, c-call up my brudda he stay in the field
talking on gang now you k!lled
[chorus]
bullet gon’ change his posture
we finna’ cook him up just like it’s pasta
mani got dreads like a rasta
talking bout’ money, i got a lot of it
i’m in the trap and i’m serving like all of it
yeah, the bullet finna hit his head
walk in this hoe, and i’m looking sped
i feel like carti that’s whole lotta red
bullet gon’ change his posture
we finna’ cook him up just like it’s pasta
mani got dreads like a rasta
talking bout’ money, i got a lot of it
i’m in the trap and i’m serving like all of it
yeah, the bullet finna hit his head
walk in this hoe, and i’m looking sped
i feel like carti that’s whole lotta red

[verse 2]
uh, all of my bro’s got a whole lotta packs
uh, yeah, that hoe a thot, i don’t want that
uh, yeah, i’m in a la, and i chill with the slat
yeah, brodie on pills he taking them flats
hitting my brother, we finna spin back
run up on me then we cracking yo head
call up my brother, he leaving you dead
yeah, i said what i said
n-gga run up he get put in the bed
tryna rup up, you dead, don’t try to flex
[chorus]
bullet gon’ change his posture
we finna’ cook him up just like it’s pasta
mani got dreads like a rasta
talking bout’ money, i got a lot of it
i’m in the trap and i’m serving like all of it
yeah, the bullet finna hit his head
walk in this hoe, and i’m looking sped
i feel like carti that’s whole lotta red

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