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letra de vtms (original) - sofaygo & ssgkobe

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[intro: sofaygo]
kobe, where you at?
yeah-ah, yeah-ah
why, why, why, why, why, why?

[chorus: sofaygo]
nines, gl!cks, vetements (put it out, put it out)
pull up on the n-gga, gon’ make me shoot it at that n-gga
i put the fire on his ass, wait, louis vuitton my bag
she for the street but she got ass, she my lil’ freak but she got class
she act like she don’t remember, baby, that’s a million k
how can i say i love her? i cannot be that ho’s savior
yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah
i might regret the day i gave you my heart, yeah

[verse 1: sofaygo]
at night, pull up, meet a f-ck n-gga
[?] and then treat a f-ck n-gga
don’t make me power-up, like vegeta, f-ck n-gga
i see him lovin’ on that b-tch, wеll she’s a skeazy young n-gga
now all thesе labels tryna buy my sauce
yeah, i had to get that sh-t on my own
how you solid when you fold?
give me noggin, give me dome
knock you down like dominoes
tormes my drip, i don’t rock vlone
i don’t trust a soul, all alone
i’ll be fine, i’m with that chrome (bleet)
godd-mn, what these xans doin’?
foreign ho, she speak fluent
she wanna ride my f-ckin’ whip
bad b-tch look like meagan good
the things i do, he wish he could
i can’t go back broke no more so let’s get that sh-t understood
[bridge: sofaygo]
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
b-tch, i hope you understand
i get fly like peter pan
i’m thinkin’ ’bout this sh-t, man
i get it out the streets

[chorus: sofaygo]
nines, gl!cks, vetements (put it out, put it out)
pull up on the n-gga, gon’ make me shoot it at that n-gga
i put the fire on his ass, wait, louis vuitton my bag
she for the street but she got ass, she my lil’ freak but she got class
she act like she don’t remember, baby, that’s a million k
how can i say i love her? i cannot be that ho’s savior
yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah
i might regret the day i gave you my heart, yeah

[verse 2: ssgkobe]
you can’t talk, pull up in that dart
ice up on me dripping n-gga, how could she start tripping yeah
she do different things, she sh-t i can’t explain
i want you to be my main, when i shoot don’t leave a stain
they talk behind your back, these n-ggas not your slatt
45 it knock you back, we can’t go we be trapped
can’t even trust in your friends, can’t even trust in your brother
it be the two fakest people, they backstabbing each other
you know he don’t bring no difference, get the chop shoot at your children
break the law i’m skipping states, you won’t see me at no hearing
internet beef i’m never fearing, i do not have no time for no peons
just like r. kelly, run up you get peed on
uh, hm, ba-ba-ba, yeah
woah, ba-ba-ba, yeah
ba-ba-ba
ba-ba-ba
say you hot, won’t stay
40 hit a n-gga, ayy-ayy-ayy f-ck it n-gga, ayy faygo come here
[chorus: sofaygo]
nines, gl!cks, vetements (put it out, put it out)
pull up on the n-gga, gon’ make me shoot it at that n-gga
i put the fire on his ass, wait, louis vuitton my bag
she for the street but she got ass, she my lil’ freak but she got class
she act like she don’t remember, baby, that’s a million k
how can i say i love her? i cannot be that ho’s savior
yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah
i might regret the day i gave you my heart, yeah

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