letra de bottega bratz - sprite lee
bottega bratz lyrics
[intro: sprite lee]
i got a red dot on my head (i got a red dot on my head)
they tryna see me dead (they tryna see me dead)
wyatt, get to it
[chorus]
i can never be sober
i got [?] at the border
feel like rocky balboa, i sylvester stallone her
beat it up til the morning, who you got in your corner?
might texas hold ‘em, pop two and now i’m rollin’
that n-gga mad he can’t afford her, that p-ssy come with a price tag
i dropped it down with chanel bags
balencia, bottega, call my bro we gonna [?]
ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe
somebody call me a medic, i popped another one already
[verse 1]
i got n-ggas talkin’ down on me from my own city, that’s crazy
i don’t even post on the gram that much, cuz the n-ggas they hatin’
i can’t even go to the store without looking over my shoulder
all these snakes, i’m king cobra
i’m really f-ckin’ these b-tches you see on your phone, bruh
i think that’s why they mad at me (run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up)
she wanna bust it open for a rip
that b-tch leaking like [?], i put on purple denim
i be with some freak hoes, she need some feni at fashinova
i’m twisting her weave in the back of the rover
she takin’ that d-ck, baby girl you a soldier
hit from the back til i doze off, her friends gotta take a roll call
got palm trees in the backyard [?]
i never see my opps in the hills, go tell me how that really feel (go tell me how that really feel, go tell me how that really feel)
[chorus]
i can never be sober
i got [?] at the border
feel like rocky balboa, i sylvester stallone her
beat it up til the morning, who you got in your corner?
might texas hold ‘em, pop two and now i’m rollin’
that n-gga mad he can’t afford her, that p-ssy come with a price tag
i dropped it down with chanel bags
balencia, bottega, call my bro we gonna [?]
ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe
somebody call me a medic, i popped another one already
[verse 2]
i pop another one, she pop another one [whoa]
i call her bubble gum, yeah she just gone chew it up [?]
yeah, i’m at the 305, like fifty shades at the f-ckin’ sky
i don’t know her name, but i know her size, might have to call up kai
baby, don’t lie to me [?]
one thing i hate the most is when a b-tch n-gga call me “buddy”
i’m in the back of my cup, yeah it’s muddy
i feel like dexter, there’s an awful lot [?]
ayy, i cannot be your hubba bubba, i’m only here like twice a summer
i just might never recover, these angels, demons undercover
i got a target on my back, all of these red dots
i’ll make your bed rock, i’ll make your head rock
[chorus]
i can never be sober
i got [?] at the border
feel like rocky balboa, i sylvester stallone her
beat it up til the morning, who you got in your corner?
might texas hold ‘em, pop two and now i’m rollin’
that n-gga mad he can’t afford her, that p-ssy come with a price tag
i dropped it down with chanel bags
balencia, bottega, call my bro we gonna [?]
ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe, ain’t no one safe
somebody call me a medic, i popped another one already
[outro]
i popped another one already
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