letra de marching (full version) - yeat
[intro]
(i-i-i-i-)
ooh, i’m the- (i-i-i-i-)
oh-ooh
got some bad fantasies, that’s a bad lyfestyle
got some bad money, but i kept up with this lyfestyle
i keep guns on me, keep drugs on me, keep big glock
(i-i-i-i’m working on dying)
(bnyx)
[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that million (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b-tch, i been so high (yeah), i can’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b-tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo’ ass fallin’ out, heard yo’ ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, let me cross that b-tch by turning upside down (woo)
put money on yo’ head, put money on yo’ whip
put money on this whip, this urus go two hundred b-tch (skrrt, ooh)
[verse]
said i bought the benz, i’m pushing it, yank on the b-tch (yank on it)
and f-ck what you said, you a lil’ bitty b-tch (lil’ bitty)
a lil’ bitty itty-ty b-tch (itty)
i call up the mob, and the muhf-ckers hit (yeah), i’m talkin’ bout it-it-it
yeah, you couldn’t even level wit’ all of these racks (ooh-yeah), you n0body, you ain’t ever hit it
[verse 2]
i don’t give a f-ck what you said, you a b-tch, the muh’f-ckers never re-read it (b-tch)
yuh, i told you you never existed, yeah, the muh’f-ckin’ err (err)
yankin’ that b-tch off the side, i’m making that b-tch like the drums (buh)
i put on the clip and some drums (ooh, woah)
got big b-lls i don’t run (yeah)
i don’t give a f-ck, no fun (yeah)
you don’t even got no funds (mh)
lil bitty b-tch got the— err (woo)
swervin’ that— err (woo)
i’m on the side wit’ the— err (eh)
[bridge]
couldn’t decide by the wh0re (eh)
lil’ p-ssy lil’ b-tch go do homework
i’m in sp-ce, see the whole world (yeah)
jackin’ my style but it ain’t worth it (it ain’t), that sh-t will never work (yeah)
run it again, ’cause that sh-t will never work
[chorus]
touch down in london on this private jet (yuh)
i make that million (yeah), make you wanna flex (yuh)
yeah, i bought that buildin’ right next to the ‘vette (yuh)
b-tch, i been so high (yeah), i can’t even touch the ground (yuh, woo)
you can’t touch my diamonds, they gon’ jump around (yeah)
i got money in my pocket, this b-tch got fatter now (fatter now)
heard yo’ ass fallin’ out, heard yo’ ass fallin’ down (woah)
huh, let me cross that b-tch by turning upside down
(woo)
(ooh)
(yank on it)
(yeah, it-it-it)
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