letra de repo - y-kay
[intro]
this that fiber
green no fiber
let’s get higher
carbon fiber, burning tires
let..
this that fiber
green no fiber
let’s get higher
carbon fiber, burning ti-
let’s get it back
y-kay
[verse: y-kay]:
rapping like saudi money
bustin’ rhymes where the land is sunny
check it on travelogue, don’t travel much
then bag this for me
don’t stop it now
gucci on me dappered down
wrote 2 versions, lost and found
in a flask, but this one goin’ out
life with lemons, like oj better
sliced the chick that made me bitter
write a hit, might make me better
i’m nice but b-tch gon’ make me hit her
not on her, she asked my number
told her 1, she said november
spent some time till mid december
and just like elvis, left the building
said my b-llsack a waste of children
yeah thats silly
roll in the morning like we in philly
yeah she single, still ain’t ready
and i’m back home, you still don’t feel me
all that talk, but still can’t k!ll me
life on the move like a u-haul truck
let me know whenever you’re down to uh
[hook]:
when i’m p-ssing through your hood
holla هلا بالربع
chilling with a super baddie, who keeps asking about my ربح
mi amor, my fetty dont wop, it’s more like a stack
she’ll like it more like that
tell em وشو الوضع
[verse: y-kay]:
and i’m back this season
mind over matter, i practice reason
and i lack diseases
unless on a mic, cause the whack deceiving
pledge allegiance, like a rock band
but don’t be reaching
i serve no drinks, i’m no barista
own everything i don’t be leasing
link cubano, can get the r.i.c.o
so i lay low go to puerto rico
mi amigo, you can’t be serious
i celta vigo
you sell to people
back to commerce, order miso
hot delivery, like insta seafood
ask to leave, we’ll hit toledo
uber chopper, no desp-cito
in the west, maybe mr. c though
don’t mess with me, yo
i got right, then i left with 3 o’s
primo for the repo
i prepose you don’t get too close
a pro but like tony, n-gga, we know
yeah, racking up
soon enough, i’ll back it up
she backed it up, we both grinding
no hoax, i’m liable to m-ssacre
mascara on my plastic cup
handkerchief and mattresses
i’m accurate
but please, don’t be acting tough
[hook]:
when i’m p-ssing through your hood
holla هلا بالربع
chilling with a super baddie, who keeps asking about my ربح
mi amor, my fetty dont wop, it’s more like a stack
she’ll like it more like that
tell em وشو الوضع
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