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letra de 458 gummy st. - warrenisyellow

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[intro]
ayo chill chill chill what the f-ck
lemme do my verse (x2)
one two three one two three
yeah no f-ck that sh-t
turn that sh-t up (x2)

[hook]
who the f-ck got fake friends
who the f-ck got laid ‘den
who the f-ck who the f-ck
who the f-ck got new rings, who the f-ck got new ties
b-tch i’m tight
who the f-ck got new friends, who the f-ck rep new ends
who the f-ck who the f-ck
who the f-ck got new rims
who the f-ck got new ties, b-tch i’m tight

[verse 1]
yeah ‘imma might run this hoe (woah)
but i’m not an athlete though
sporty side b-tch i don’t track meet, hoe
get to the spot where the taxi doe
yo’ b-tch chillin’ in the backseat hoe
conrad hundred figures tack his door
pants, wearin’ khakis doe you a nasty hoe
my drip like the backstreat hoe (backstreet boys, yuh, yuh okay)

[hook 2]
who the f-ck dance like that
who the f-ck can’t fight back
who the f-ck who the f-ck
who the f-ck drip like that (ah ah ah aye)
heavy on boy no tap
meet me on boy no cap
runnin’ no stop don’t snap
rappers need to give my flow back (yeet)

[verse 2]
and my shift right
b-tch you shift left ‘cus you a motha’ f-ckin’ question mark
and i shift up ‘cus i just entered yo’ b-tch inner parts
i be pimp as f-ck, who be tellin’ me i’m really not (yuh)

the money stack up, look like leprechauns
yeah they hate on me before but now i’m silly (dumb)
i got plenty (thoughts)
i got plenty thoughts
getting bread you told so pick up the crumbs

[hook]
who the f-ck got fake friends
who the f-ck got laid ‘den
who the f-ck who the f-ck
who the f-ck got new rings, who the f-ck got new ties
b-tch i’m tight
who the f-ck got new friends, who the f-ck rep new ends
who the f-ck who the f-ck
who the f-ck got new rims
who the f-ck got new ties, b-tch i’m tight (eww)

[verse 3]
yeah i’m tight, but mostly i sleep
g-town y’all others can’t freak on the mic, sound deep
b-tch i’m the goat you the sheep
you just another machine, clone copy, copy that
baby say my name but call me dad
baby love my aim so i c-ck it back rock it back
yellow every time like a rocky hat
babushka, who the f-ck knew, you don’t
cus’ i’m playin’ (huh) with the f-ckin’ drums no bullets
but i be sprayin’ spit from my f-ckin’ gums, better f-ckin’ run
uppercut like i’m mc, faster than the mtr
a daily car, get you straight down to the d-mn br
lol i bet he alright (wow)

wow, zoom like a four five eight (yuh)
grills on before i ate, like f-ck man, can you please pour my grape
woah (wow)
zoom like a four five eight (yuh)
grills on before i ate, f-ck man, can you please pour my grape (yuh)

[interlude]
you want to be me but i can tell you all of my secrets, love
waste my time on you on facetime
i can decline, on a free [?], that you gave me (i can decline)

i don’t understand (i dont understand)
why you movin’ sideways all the time
you be on the sidelines all the time
the world don’t see you [?] when you cry
waste my time on you on facetime
i can press that decline
waste my time on you on facetime

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