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 hatër - yeat

[chorus]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f-ck with none of these lames, they a f-ckin’ lie (lie)
b-tch, you know this get insane, you could f-ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you ain’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f-ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f-ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)
they some haters, they ain’t f-ckin’ with thе mob, ah (no)
b-tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
whеn you pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah-bah-bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh-t? man, you a f-ckin’ spy (ack)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f-ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d-ck, she bring the mail in (go)

[verse]
b-tch, i get the head, i get her melon
ridin’ ’round the city like a demon, like a villain
b-tch, i take these percocets all day, i ain’t got no feeling (phew)
ridin’ in a double-r tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (skrrt)
ooh, yeah, hey, walkin’ in the building, i’ma gon’ pull it up (woo)
we been up all day, i’m off adderall (okay)
i just pulled up in a lamb’, no i’m not your friend (f-ck ’em)
f-ckin’ on your thot, f-ckin’ on your friend (f-ck ’em)
i can’t f-ck with n0body, that’s not my best friend (not my friend)
i just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
ridin’ in a bentley, ridin’ in a turn
i can’t f-ckin’ with n0body, i’m sellin’ stain (stain)
i just took a percocet, i took a crank, i’m insane
[chorus]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f-ck with none of these lames, they a f-ckin’ lie (lie)
b-tch, you know this get insane, you could f-ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)
i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you ain’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f-ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f-ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)
they some haters, they ain’t f-ckin’ with the mob, ah (no)
b-tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
when you pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah-bah-bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh-t? man, you a f-ckin’ spy (ack)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f-ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d-ck, she bring the mail in (go)

- yeat

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS