letra de rap nigga - tay b
[intro]
hmm, yeah, huh
[verse 1]
wanna live a rich life, join my world then (join my world then)
i’m just lookin’ for a nut, i’m a squirrel then (i’m a squirrel then)
i got d-ck all in her throat, make her ‘url, then (on my mama)
she don’t like her hair straight, get it curled then (hmm)
i got liquor poured, backwoods pearled then (hmm)
bad b-tch an ap, that’s my girlfriend
drunk as h-ll, might spend a hundred bands on some pearls then (that’s crazy)
too many n-ggas in my section, let some girls in (let some girls in)
baby girl p-ssy too tight, i had to twirl in
i’ll take a cold b-tch on a trip out to berlin (out to berlin)
if she ain’t a fine b-tch, she is not mine (not mine)
if you see her out with me, she is not with me (naw, for real)
i don’t do too much in public, that’s not so p (mm-mm)
i got the head, but i ain’t f-cked, the job not complete (mhm)
i’m just gettin’ to these chips like nacho cheese (on god)
why you postin’ dog money? that’s not your cheese (on god)
[chorus]
rap n-gga, but i’m coppin’ a few (few)
i can really tell these n-ggas not in the loop (not in the loop)
we can really see who do it, now i got the juice (now i got the juice)
we shoppin’ for bags, we ain’t shoppin’ for shoes
yeah, i’m drivin’ lam’ truck, i got tired of the coupe (skrrt)
like my chain hit the floor, i’m just droppin’ some jewels
it’s a four up in my soda, i’m not droppin’ no deuce
i be thuggin’ with my cousins when i’m not in the booth (hmm)
[verse 2]
huh, this a gucci polo, this is not no abercrombie (abercrombie)
i know what’s up with me, f-ck what n-ggas sayin’ ’bout me (on my mama)
real stones in my watch, not no lab diamonds (on my mama)
i hit his b-tch, he found out, i know he mad probably (on the yeah side)
just took a loss of fifty bands, i had to laugh ’bout it (on the yeah side)
tender man let that p-ssy run him, he’ll crash ’bout it (lame)
i was havin’ bad hoes before i had dollars (swear)
could care less about a b-tch, jayla and jams got me (i swear)
f-ck a n-gga on the street, i got five blood brothers
you cannot shine with me, you did not thug with us
zoo gon’ stay in amiri jeans ’cause he was rockin’ fugs with us
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no dollar bills when i say we got slugs with us (n-gga)
[chorus]
rap n-gga, but i’m coppin’ a few
i can really tell these n-ggas not in the loop
we can really see who do it, now i got the juice
we shoppin’ for bags, we ain’t shoppin’ for shoes
yeah, i’m drivin’ lam’ truck, i got tired of the coupe
like my chain hit the floor, i’m just droppin’ some jewels
it’s a four up in my soda, i’m not droppin’ no deuce
i be thuggin’ with my cousins when i’m not in the booth
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- letra de kau yang tak pernah tahu - d'masiv
- letra de radio song - half past two
- letra de pull up with the bling - smeetheartist
- letra de get that all the time - illvibe
- letra de tayfun - sex pula pistol
- letra de wavvvy - d666m
- letra de quỳnh - 8 the theatre
- letra de tôi chỉ là ngày hôm qua - nigah