letra de skittles & sprite - yvngdasavage
[intro]
yah, yah, yah, ice, yah
yah, yah, yah, ice, yah
yah, yah, yah, ice, yah
yah, yah, yah, ice, yah
[chorus]
we be eating skittles, drinking sprite (sprite)
where will you be let the birds take flight (birds)
we’d be leanin’ all night, making bands (lean)
throw the f-cking football, i got hands
n-ggas runnin up da bands
theres like 10k hidin’ in da sands (10k)
i got ak’s firing like a band, throw the dirt
watch me hop out my vert (skrrt!)
[verse 1]
man these lame n-ggas
they hating cuz, they outta percs (percs)
i’mma f-ck on your b-tch till it hurts
we making bands, we starting this wave(drift)
counting up a miliy for a new rari(miliy)
lame broke n-ggas feel sorry
f-cking on your b-tch she a thotty(f-ck on her)
f-cking on your b-tch she a hotty(f-ck on her)
running up the plug, watch us get this ice (ice)
n-gga, we are big cats, you are small mice (mice
juju got muh back, i’mma fight (juju g)
got supreme bags, we got gucci (gucci
we out here makin movies
if i f-ck up, gotta move me
can’t trust these hoes, gonna turn you see
i got this ice drippin on me (drip)
she wants my d-mn ice smoothie
trying f-ck on me, don’t want that d-mn coochie(p-ssy)
[chorus]
we be eating skittles, drinking sprite (sprite)
where will you be let the birds take flight (birds)
we’d be leanin’ all night, making bands (lean)
throw the f-cking football, i got hands
n-ggas runnin up da bands
theres like 10k hidin’ in da sands (10k)
i got ak’s firing like a band, throw the dirt
watch me hop out my vert (skrrt!)
[verse 2]
lame n-ggas said we wouldn’t make it
f-ck that got them all shakin (shakin)
i’m splurging money, made her worth it (bands)
i’m all fired up close them curtains imma make birth it
my wrist full of ice (ice)
might get frostbite (burr!)
took her on my flight
private jet just might (private)
young n-ggas trapping on da cutie
n-gga came up look like he goin shoot me
n-gga now blind cuz of this ice
watch out these diamonds will bite
bruh got this 100% juice, 100% sauce (100)
i will show up to your crib tell you who’s boss (me)
my girl we be f-ckin in the bed
d-mn a different ho tried to give head
told her i gotta girl then the hoe fled (b-tch)
they mad cuz i’m flexin with supreme bags, gucci belts (supreme)
bring that n-gga here give him some welts
broke n-ggas said i wouldn’t make it
b-tch i’m here now, show up on your b-tch naked (d-mn)
[chorus]
we be eating skittles, drinking sprite (sprite)
where will you be let the birds take flight (birds)
we’d be leanin’ all night, making bands (lean)
throw the f-cking football, i got hands
n-ggas runnin up da bands
theres like 10k hidin’ in da sands (10k)
i got ak’s firing like a band, throw the dirt
watch me hop out my vert (skrrt!)
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