letras.top
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de day & night - trap jayy

Loading...

[intro]
(run that sh-t up, jay)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
f-ck the ones who talkin’, i f-ck the ones who talkin’, trap!

[chorus]
f-ck the ones who talkin’, b-tch, i’m lit, i stuff like two racks in my pocket
no recliner, bullets empty, yeah
got the baddest b-tch up in the city, swear to god she f-ckin’ with me
young n-gga, i got plenty, yeah
i see right through the n-ggas cappin’, ain’t gotta lie though
breakin’ through the lock door, that’s what i pray for
so high i’m out of sp-ce though, smokin’ gelato
like, what’s all in your mind? you can’t finesse the grind
[verse]
got the drip, slide, open up your eyes
get your b-tch high, f-ck her then i kick her out
we drippin’ day and night, i know i earned my stripes
i bring that hoe to life, we coppin’ sh-t so f-ck the price, yeah
she ain’t never throw it back but now she pipe down
swear i love this f-ckin’ feelin’, ain’t been losing for a while
what’s your cashapp? spend a check, you know i get it right back
b-tches on my body, cut them off just like a price tag
visionary with the fake n-ggas, i can’t trust a snake, n-gga
stuck in new ways ’bout that money that i made quicker
how you get paid ‘lil n-gga? you can’t say too much
all my n-ggas dangerous, them chases got like fifty plus

[chorus]
f-ck the ones who talkin’, b-tch, i’m lit, i stuff like two racks in my pocket
no recliner, bullets empty, yeah
got the baddest b-tch up in the city, swear to god she f-ckin’ with me
young n-gga, i got plenty, yeah
i see right through the n-ggas cappin’, ain’t gotta lie though
breakin’ through the lock door, that’s what i pray for
so high i’m out of sp-ce though, smokin’ gelato
like, what’s all in your mind? you can’t finesse the grind

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...