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letra de mozart! - yoaugusto

[intro]
(y2, is that you?)
(ayy, cv, you cooked this?)

[chorus: sofaygo & yoaugusto]
and i know she want me, i get it
because all my pockets greened up
oh no, no, i’m not talking ’bout lettuce
if that boy try to snake, i behead ’em
got that burner on me, just a heads up
man, that chopper gon’ clap with no hands
now that lil’ boy, he doing his dance
and i’m feeling like f-ck all my friends
i’ma still count up my bands
i don’t know why these n-ggas faking, they always end up f-cked up in the end
okay, and i’m loving, i’m loving this guap, and i’m matching and mixing these brands
and i told that b-tch that i really don’t love her, i’m passing that ho to my mans
and that girl got a cold heart, chrome hearts on my body, i’m way too advanced
though we having a slow start, never letting this sh-t f-ck up what i got planned
playing this sh-t, feel like mozart (yeah)
bang the chopper like cozart (yeah)
and she said i’m breaking her whole heart
i don’t wanna hit if she don’t start (if she don’t start, woah)

[verse: yoaugusto]
yeah, broke my heart, can’t get it back
chrome hearts on my jacket, sh-t, i got chrome tags
i know that we up then we down, that sh-t make me mad
i know that you stuck with a n-gga, he can’t get no bag
i got some backends with me
i got some n-ggas who tagging for me
she popped a perc’ and she blackout with me
i got armani on all of my jeans
she see my face and she all on her knees
she like my voice, my melodies
i got a stick, don’t let it sing
she keep on choosing, i get to the scene
f-cking with your feelings, it f-cked up with my brain
i can’t trust these hoes ’cause they all gon’ act the same
all you feel is pain, palm angels, ain’t in my lane
yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
[chorus: sofaygo & yoaugusto]
and i know she want me, i get it
because all my pockets greened up
oh no, no, i’m not talking ’bout lettuce
if that boy try to snake, i behead ’em
got that burner on me, just a heads up
man, that chopper gon’ clap with no hands
now that lil’ boy, he doing his dance
and i’m feeling like f-ck all my friends
i’ma still count up my bands
i don’t know why these n-ggas faking, they always end up f-cked up in the end
okay, and i’m loving, i’m loving this guap, and i’m matching and mixing these brands
and i told that b-tch that i really don’t love her, i’m passing that ho to my mans
and that girl got a cold heart, chrome hearts on my body, i’m way too advanced
though we having a slow start, never letting this sh-t f-ck up what i got planned
playing this sh-t, feel like mozart (yeah)
bang the chopper like cozart (yeah)
and she said i’m breaking her whole heart
i don’t wanna hit if she don’t start (if she don’t start, woah)

- yoaugusto

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