Print

Feel this shit inside yo'—, vibrations Triple—, I made the driver triple—, hella paranoid Feel this shit inside yo' body like vibrations Made lil' shawty sit beside me while I face it I made the driver triple-back to the location I'm hella paranoid, I have private conversations Pull up, lay him down I can't even stand him In this double-R, I turn to Danny Phantom The two-seater is full, not too much to handle This switch got a remote, the shooter change the channel Heard he wanted beef, so I'ma pin the cattle I hit her in my Guccis and I kept the cap on Why yo' hand out, lil' bitch? I don't even know you at all I need my bands up so my old hoes don't know me at all I push to start up on this bitch, it got me goin' through walls I treat this life shit just like my bitch, I'm fuckin' her raw Hey, baby, yeah, you know I'm always finna blaze Eight lines of codeine inside my lemonade Big freak, man, I met yo' ho, she wanna eat me Vamp, though, you are not a eater if your fangs low Type shit, shawty wanna fuck me and have bi sex Nice friend, tell her come on over, bring her by 10 Drugs in, nigga, I'm the socket, got no plug in Letras de cancionesBust it, I'm the realest one, lil' baby, fuck them I'm the realest one, lil' baby, fuck them [?] by the way I trucked him Feel this shit inside yo' body like vibrations Made lil' shawty sit beside me while I face it I made the driver triple-back to the location I'm hella paranoid, I have private conversations Pull up, lay him down I can't even stand him In this double-R, I turn to Danny Phantom The two-seater is full, not too much to handle This switch got a remote, the shooter change the channel Crocodile, leather [?], Michael Jackson Light him like a candle, bring the burner, yeah, we waxed him [?] tires on the Bentley truck, shit got traction Bitch, I'm tired, I don't give a fuck, I'm relaxin' Ballin' like it's alley-oop, two bands on my tennis shoes I can't bring you anywhere if you not prepared to shoot I can never love that ho, she fucked up my revenue She turn to a fiend for that green and that residue Woah, this a Glock 30 Put you in position like you Brock Purdy I wan' say you winnin' but you ain't deserve it Yeah, say hi to the byes, she still feel deserted Movin' like the Taliban, Louis V turban (V turban) I can tell you want it bad, know you seem determined Had to burn the bridge down, love to see you burnin' Meet me in the hills, I don't really need service Need service Ne-ne-need service Ne-ne-ne-ne-need service Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne— From Letras Mania