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letra de rock solid - yak gotti

[intro]
run that back, turbo

[chorus: gunna]
rock solid, i never crumble (yeah)
icey, i fill it with pointers (ice)
stones in my tee like stunna (stones)
ride by the wheel for the summer (ooh)
i got a good grip, i ain’t fumble (yeah)
me and your b-tch had a slumber (yeah)
prayin’ god the whip soundin’ like thunder
don’t hold nothin’ less than a hunnid

[verse 1: yak gotti]
gotti, you know how i got it (gotti)
gotti, you know that i’m ’bout it (slatt)
indeed, i love my apartments, but i cannot go back into my apartments (h-ll nah, n-gga)
’cause they had said that i, sheesh (sheesh)
walk out of court and say, “cheese” (ha)
thank god i’m free, that was a lil’ situation that i had to beat (shh)
got milk like milf (got milk like milf)
my drip saks fifth (my drip on)
[?], oh yeah ([?]), uh
i ain’t lost appeals (h-ll no, no), ayy
still i lost a pill (uh-huh)
’cause this sh-t cost right here (sh-t done cost)
and i ain’t stop out here (nah, nah), yeah
you have no idea (nah, nah)
[?] up down and [?] (yeah)
you wouldn’t believe what i seen in four months (yeah)
goin’ too fast, they gon’ tell me to slow up (yeah)
runnin’ through the mall, i’ma tear every store up (ah)
kissin’ the miss, tag team, i’ma load up (load up)
shout out to my ex, like she on x, gotta throw up
every time you see me, you gon’ be like, “sho nuff”
[?] in the ear like a motherf-ckin’ donut
[chorus: gunna]
rock solid, i never crumble (yeah)
icey, i fill it with pointers (ice)
stones in my tee like stunna (stones)
ride by the wheel for the summer (ooh)
i got a good grip, i ain’t fumble (yeah)
me and your b-tch had a slumber (yeah)
prayin’ god the whip soundin’ like thunder
don’t hold nothin’ less than a hunnid

[verse 2: demon child]
long live big b
we got three grams rolled up in a leaf
we got free food for whoever want beef
and when it’s time to eat, n-gga, we gon’ have a feast
i believe in us, n-gga, f-ck your belief
and f-ck where you from, i was really in the streets
i told my brothers that we all gon’ eat
they play with us, we gon’ bury ’em deep, yeah
see, i’m in a loop like shoe laces
we got a lot of blue faces
i caught a whole lot of cases
we had to stay down like the bas-m-nt
i got them cubans in my bracelet
my patek the newest creation
all my b-tches different races
we don’t believe in segregation
i’m in the kitchen like a apr-n
i’m havin’ motion like the matrix
you couldn’t be me if we traded places
they hand ’em down, i got all aces
seen the n-gga change gangs, jason
[?] like a d-mn patient
see, i stay ahead of my generation
i’m feelin’ myself like i’m m-st-rbatin’
[chorus: gunna]
rock solid, i never crumble (yeah)
icey, i fill it with pointers (ice)
stones in my tee like stunna (stones)
ride by the wheel for the summer (ooh)
i got a good grip, i ain’t fumble (yeah)
me and your b-tch had a slumber (yeah)
prayin’ god the whip soundin’ like thunder
don’t hold nothin’ less than a hunnid

- yak gotti

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