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letra de melo - sammy shiblaq

hook 1
h-llo
i feel like i’m melo
i’m talking bout the young fellow
but shoutout carmelo
my m o
the lamborghini doors yellow
all up on me she cain’t let go
they trynna play me like a cello

verse 1
came up from the bottom i was trippin cuz n0body round me seen the vision
told em that i got them do they got me but you know n0body true intentions
maybe it’s some sh-t that we ain’t mention though my momma said give no attention
they ain’t really moving how we moving so i can’t be taken off direction
put me up there with jordan
i’m putting up for thе scoring
i’m pulling up in a foreign
cartis on when i’m riding thru warren
i might just pull up no warning
wе do this sh-t good morning
play with yo life no mourning
if i send out somebody we swarming
put in overtime – i been on my grind
envy like i was the goat
shooters in the paint – pull up w the nine
ready when i’m on the road
rollie ticking measured by the diamond
you could tell the critics i don’t never mind em
just a rookie now they wanna sign em
i’m the one that’s why i came to carolina
wait (wait) i feel like tony montana
i got broads in havana
spicy like a mexicana
her birkin look just like a panda
i sip faygo – f-ck a fanta
50 bands in atlanta
in the north just like i’m santa
my circle is small – just to be honest i really don’t f-ck with a lot of you
stop all the talking – i’m taking that sh-t you know i ain’t come here to shop with you
how you gon eat off my plate but u ain’t doin sh-t i just can’t get the guap with you
i’m in the city like billups you hiccup cuz i know you scared when the drop on you
i was working trynna come up (sun up) just in case they wanna run up (shut up) pull up on me you get done up (hung up)
they can’t handle when i cut up (one up)
all of you iddy biddy lil dweebs living thru the screen that ain’t the reality
i’m in the city litty with a beam moving with the team might be a fatality
i’m immortal in the booth
i’m a portal to the truth
i’m the verbal babe ruth
i’m the one that’s why i came in with the proof
lit like a bic with the fuse
you prolly make an excuse
you couldn’t fit in my shoes
i”m balling like i ain”t got no sh-t to lose
(lets go)
hook 2
h-llo
i feel like i’m melo
i’m talking bout the young fellow
but shoutout carmelo
my m o
the lamborghini doors yellow
all up on me she cain’t let go
they trynna play me like a cello

- sammy shiblaq

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