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letra de drive by - verde babii

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[intro]
(b-tch)
can’t get you off of my, out of my mind
i’m saying stop playing, girl, you out of line
couldn’t erase these feelings even if i tried
you stay on my mind (armani, this sh-t stuey, boy)

[chorus]
ayy, you stay on my mind
i gotta keep my weapon by my side, can’t rob me out my life
i can’t hide these feelings if i tried ’cause i stay thinking ’bout you
like i can’t be without you, she like, “come home ’cause i can’t sleep without you” (she crazy)
tuck your gleek before you leave ’cause i can’t leave without you
won’t let ’em smoke me, i’m a stepper and the opps could vouch it (and the opps could vouch it)
matter of fact, don’t ask ’em ’bout them skits ’cause they gon’ lie about it (’cause they gon’ lie)
ain’t shooting out the load, every skit, b-tch, we hopping out it
[verse]
can’t get this b-tch off my mind, i swear this sh-t is crazy
i’m a thug, don’t be misunderstood, i’m a champion, n-gga (i’m a champion, n-gga)
but something ’bout lil’ baby drive me crazy, got me feeling different (it got me feeling different)
i can’t never vibe with these hoes but i’m feeling this one (but i’m feeling this one)
let this b-tch play with my heart then i’m k!lling this one (then i’ma k!ll this one)
kinda abusive ’bout my love like i’m o.j. simpson
palm angels mixed with purple jeans, b-tches think i’m pimping (b-tches think i’m pimping)
might cash out on [?], the homies say i’m simping
f-ck around and get this b-tch tatted, the homies say i’m tripping (the homies say i’m tripping)
n-gga, the homies say i’m tripping
palm angels mixed with purple—uh, b-tches think i’m pimping
f-ck around and get this b-tch—uh, the homies say i’m tripping

[chorus]
ayy, you stay on my mind
i gotta keep my weapon by my side, can’t rob me out my life
i can’t hide these feelings if i tried ’cause i stay thinking ’bout you
like i can’t be without you, she like, “come home ’cause i can’t sleep without you” (she crazy)
tuck your gleek before you leave ’cause i can’t leave without you
won’t let ’em smoke me, i’m a stepper and the opps could vouch it (and the opps could vouch it)
matter of fact, don’t ask ’em ’bout them skits ’cause they gon’ lie about it (’cause they gon’ lie)
ain’t shooting out the load, every skit, b-tch, we hopping out it

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