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 happy savage - yung mocha

[chorus]
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (aye)
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (what)
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (aye)
runnin’ up, runnin’ up, runnin’ up (aye)
back it up, back it up

[verse 1]
i don’t stare at the booty i tap, them
f-ck all these n-gg-s lets clap them
i might f-ck around and just slap them
blending these n-gg-s lets frap them
you forgot, yeah i’ll recap then
so when you broke, and you begging for cash
then get a job just to throw that -ss
hunnid on my wrist, my life be splash
no money, so nice things i never had
so i’m catching these bodies like i’m ash
run a few bands then i do the dash
i’m putting you b-tches on blast
and i’m, putting that sh-t in the past
and i’m, making this money so fast
and i’m skrrtin’ off in an infinity (aye)
heavenly glow holy trinity (aye)

[chorus]
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (what)
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (woah)
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (aye)
runnin’ up, runnin’ up, runnin’ up (aye)
back it up, back it up

[verse 2]
3k on my wrist
2k on another
i’ve been stuntin’ on you n-gg-s ever since the last summer
just a low-cl-ss n-gg- just tryna be upper
remember me when you stuck in a gutter
sometimes you gotta accept defeat
this just the beginning, so i guess it’s pre-heat
girls call me sweet, that’s why i’m yung mocha
i’m giving off that, designer aroma
i ain’t rich so i’m skrrtin’ in a toyota
swingin’ on n-gg-s like rocky balboa
i hit ’em so hard and make ’em do yoga (aye)
now there’s a n-gg- really spittin’ out bullets (ahh)
semi-automatic, boy you don’t want me to pull it
now i’m treating punk n-gg-s like bullets (aye)
i’m locking and i’m loading and i’m sprayin’ in your gullet
n-gg-s tried to stop me but they couldn’t (aye)
you tried to pull up on my block, i advise you shouldn’t
(aye, aye, aye, aye)

[verse 3]
i’m getting the money, i’m getting the cash
f-cking your b-tch and i still whooped your -ss
you see me everyday and i’m rocking cortez
i don’t wear jays cause i’m running from the feds
yes i’m like yachty, cause i’m a clean rapper
my flow so good its better than parappa
my n-gg-s got the laser on your back like caino
money in the bank, might get robbed, it’s okay though
f-ck y’all p-ssy -ss n-gg-s, you some lame hoes (aye)
runnin’ up catching these bodies
i’m f-cking your b-tch and i’m feeling like yachty (what)

- yung mocha

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS