Myke Towers – HOROSCOPO Letras, Lyrics: Myke Towers – HOROSCOPO (Visualizer)
Myke Towers – HOROSCOPO Letra
Coro
Yo no podía enamorarme
Pero me lo dijiste tarde (Tarde)
Mami, yo no controlo el cora
Y con ese culo tuyo quién no quiere amarrarse (Jaja)
Y si no dejo de mirarte
Es que pa’ mí tú ere’ arte
Baby, no tiene’ ni que dejarte (Oh, no)
No tengo que ser el oficial, yo también puedo ser tu amante
Verso 1
El X2 siempre le daba güiro (Ah)
Aunque no estuviera en Chile, si ella me daba alcohol yo lе llegaba altiro
Ahora ni que quierе pasar la página
“Déjala Volar” de fondo, un shot de Patrón y no es de El Bambino
Yo soy un bandido y no acostumbro a eso de enamorarme (Nah)
Pero siento que hasta el pecho me arde (Ah)
Si estoy pensando en ti siempre estoy actuando diferente
Porque hasta al barbero le está raro que le saque cita un marte’ (Jaja)
Ni Walter sabe qué va a pasar con mi horóscopo
He busca’o la cura y ni Frankie tiene antídoto
Volver a vernos sería cabrón
Y chingarno’ por última ve’ lo catalogaría un momento épico (Oh-oh)
Ello’ están fumando sintético
Quiere venir a fumar exótico, no está pa’ bellaqueo cibernético (Oh-oh)
Soy el que le riega el cosmético
Yo te lo he dicho varias vece’
Si no dejo de mirarte
Es que pa’ mí tú ere’ arte
Baby, no tiene’ ni que dejarte (Oh, no)
No tengo que ser el oficial, yo también puedo ser tu amante
Verso 2
Tu amante, yo puedo ser tu amante
Si yo la perdí antes, puesm fue por ignorante
Toa’ las amiga’ dicen que soy un atorrante
Ya leí los DM, ¿pa’ que tú los borraste?
Lo hecho, hecho está, ¿qué más se puede hacer?
Después de toa’ las noches que te di placer
Ella sin avisar con el tiempo se fue
Te juro que lo sospeché
A ella no es lo mismo llamarla que verla venir, ey
Yo sé bien que tú te acuerda’ de mí (Mí)
Eso me pasa por hacerla gemir
Yo no sé si tú de mí
Coro
Pero no podía enamorarme
Y me lo dijiste tarde
Mami, yo no controlo el cora
Y con ese culo tuyo quién no quiere amarrarse (¿Quién?)
Y si no dejo de mirarte
Es que pa’ mí tú ere’ arte
Baby, no tiene’ ni que dejarte (Oh, no)
No tengo que ser el oficial, yo también puedo ser tu amante
Outro
Yo no podía enamorarme
Pero me lo dijiste tarde
Mami, yo no controlo el cora
Y con ese culo tuyo quién no quiere amarrarse Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Myke Towers – OBVIO Letras, Lyrics: Myke Towers – OBVIO Letra
Verso 1
Yo tengo panas prófugo’ que no pueden pegarse a mí
Porque si se cuela una foto, pues nos van a involucrar
Me llega toda la data sin tener que preguntar
El clavo hidráulico por si les da con rebuscar
Estamo’ en ley (‘Tamo en ley), to’ los vehículo’ legal
Se activa la calle al verme llegar a la boulevard
Le dan volumen sabiendo que ya no sube má’
Siempre me paseo entre los mеjore’, ya tú verá’
Cuando yo te mе pare al la’o cómo te va’ a impresionar
Sí se siente la presión, pero no lo hago intencional
Así soy yo (Así soy yo), nunca me han podido cambiar
Batyxta, vamo’ pa’l estudio, ya no hay tiempo de janguear
Yo soy el síndrome, tú y yo no somo’ de la misma índole
Coroné y la cone me dijo “híjole”
La baby se puso en cuatro y dijo “chíngame”
Par de perdedore’ preguntando si gané
Coro
Obvio, eso es obvio
No quiero relacione’, ellas quieren que sea su novio
Siempre estoy en alta, ya no me gusta estar sobrio
Cambian los personaje’, pero es el mismo episodio
Baby, eso es obvio, ay, eso es obvio
No quiero relacione’, ellas quieren que sea su novio
Siempre estoy en alta, ya no me gusta estar sobrio
Cambian los personaje’, pero es el mismo episodio (Ah)
Siempre ha sido la misma historia con distinto’ personaje’ (Personaje’)
El joseo nunca para, no le baje’ (No le baje’)
Que me fundí los bolsillo’, no rebajen (Easy money)
Las mujere’ fronteando con el nalgaje
Como no me dejo ver dice: “¿Y Michael dónde está?
Con una baby en baja que está con los narco’ conectá’
Mi música se está mercadeando como el crack
La escuchan y ante’ que acabe le dan pa’ atrá’, ey
Cada ve’ más costumers, hasta yo me acostumbré
Los usuario’ estaban enfermo’, pero los curé
Ese culo es mío, mami, por eso lo rotulé
A mí es que me busca cuando ella quiere fumar puré
Coro
Obvio, eso es obvio
No quiero relacione’, ellas quieren que sea su novio
Siempre estoy en alta, ya no me gusta estar sobrio
Cambian los personaje’, pero es el mismo episodio
Baby, eso es obvio, ay, eso es obvio
No quiero relacione’, ellas quieren que sea su novio
Siempre estoy en alta, ya no me gusta estar sobrio
Cambian los personaje’, pero es el mismo episodio
Outro
La vida es una, the life is one
Special edition
Edición especial, como ustedes quieran llamarle
Young Kingz, baby
Jaja
Eso es obvio, ah Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
MamboRap – YA TE OLVIDÉ Letras, Lyrics: MamboRap – YA TE OLVIDÉ ( Letra)
Mono Daysor:
No voy a llorar por amores yo ya aprendí
Es mejor estar sólito y en paz,
Ya tuve demasiada pena, y esta noche me pierdo para no recordar,
No me llores cuando oigas mencionar mi nombre,
por que tu me dejaste de amar,
Este es mi momento y estoy convencido que el sol mañana tiene que brillar.
Doze Ermitaño:
Ya te olvidé,
Entre humo botellas exceso de todo
cosas que me arrepentiré,
Pero gracias al parche y buena música
Ya te olvidé y no moriré,
La última vez que te escribiré,
Una canción y después de cantarla
la quemaré.
De amor a rivales,
contigo es distinto por nadie e llorado
yo soy de la calle,
Corazón de hierro,secreto pa no sufrir por nadie,
mis panas dijeron que te vieron y andabas con los collares que te obsequie,
que lindo detalle.
Donexprs:
Todo te di…
Fuiste pa’ mí..
Lo que había soñado tanto,
Y tanto que perdí..
Ya lloré, ya sufrí..
Ya no vuelvo por ti..
Me hizo mucho mejor estar lejos..
Dónde ya no escuché tu voz..
Triste ya no me verán!
Entendí que algunos se van!
Y no.. todo siempre se nos da..
Pero hay un principio, después de un final!
Esperándome…
Ahora me di cuenta que…
Todo fue pa’ mejor…
Le doy gracias a nuestro error…
Mono Daysor:
No voy a llorar por amores yo ya aprendí
Es mejor estar sólito y en paz,
Ya tuve demasiada pena, y esta noche me pierdo para no recordar,
No me llores cuando oigas mencionar mi nombre,
por que tu me dejaste de amar,
Este es mi momento y estoy convencido que el sol mañana tiene que brillar.
Doze :
Dime si estoy loco
Pero ni una guitarra a sido tocada como yo te toco
Ya nadie te hace reír No existe el amor
O me equivoco ?
Me pasó lo mismo y fue muy loco
Amor como el nuestro,
En la galaxia.,
existen muy pocos
Ya te olvidé
Entre humo botellas exceso de todo
cosas que me arrepentiré
Pero gracias al parche y buena música
Ya te olvidé y no moriré
La última vez que te escribiré
Una canción y después de cantarla
la quemaré.
Donexprs:
Sabemos que éste cuento ha sido largo..
Fueron muchas copas en las que te mencioné..
Pero se que.. todo ha sido… por algo..
Aprendí de cada lágrima que derramé..
Y aunque me pidas q vuelva..
Ya cerré la puerta..
No creas que puedes tenerme otra vez…
Escuchame atenta..
Más bien date cuenta..
Cuando te digan que me vieron muy bien…
Mono Daysor:
No voy a llorar por amores yo ya aprendí
Es mejor estar sólito y en paz,
Ya tuve demasiada pena, y esta noche me pierdo para no recordar,
No me llores cuando oigas mencionar mi nombre,
por que tu me dejaste de amar,
Este es mi momento y estoy convencido que el sol mañana tiene que brillar. Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
2Pac – Hit ‘Em Up (Edited Version) ( Lyrics ) Letra 2PacVEVO 2Pac – Hit ‘Em Up (Edited Version) ( Lyrics )
Intro: 2Pac
I ain’t got no friends
Yeah, I’ma do this track
Westside!
MOB, Bad Boy Killa!
Hahahaha, hey fat boy…
Verse 1: 2Pac
First off, touched your chick and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I bust your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, brothers touched for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. are some mark-ass tricks
We keep on coming while we gunning for your jewels
Steady rushing, while we busting at them fools
You know the rules
Lil’ Caesar go ask your homie how I’ll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Little Kim, don’t conversate with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly hair off the streets
You little weave! I’ll let them suckas know it’s on for life
Don’t let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get your caps peeled
You know, huh
Hook: 2Pac
See, Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh
Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit ‘em up
Interlude: 2Pac
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin’
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse 2: Hussein Fatal
Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo’, pass the MAC
And let me hit him in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin’ traps
Little accident murderer
And I ain’t never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I’m servin’ ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank ‘cause I’ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than a block that I’m runnin’ through
And I’m smokin’ Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty/sour
I push packages every hour; I hit ‘em up!
Hook: 2Pac
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, oh
Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finish
Now you about to feel the wrath of a menace
Busta, I hit ‘em up
Verse 3: 2Pac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin’ killed with your mouths open
Tryin’ to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin’, smokin’ dope
It’s like a Sherm high, brothers think they learned to fly
But they burn little suckers you deserve to die
Talkin’ about you gettin’ money but it’s funny to me
All you suckers livin’ bummy while you messin’ with me
I’m a self-made millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the house
Now it’s all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight, with my A-K
I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta I’ll Hit ‘Em Up
Verse 4: Kadafi
I’m from N-E-W Jers’ where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil’ Cease
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees, coppin’ pleas in de Janeiro
Big Momma, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
Please tell me is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin’ up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean
You’s a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to your face you ain’t nothin’ but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke
Gun totin’ smoke, Outlawz we ain’t no joke
Thug Life, cowards better be knowin’
We approachin’ in the wide-open, gun smokin’
No need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
I got ‘em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
HAHA, I hit ‘em up!
Outro: 2Pac
Empty clips, set trip
You know what time it is
Westside, Outlaw, Thug Life till we die
California love, California thug
You know what time it is
Bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa
Chino XL Killa
Much love to Smif-N-Wessun, Freddie Foxxx, Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard, Naughty By Nature and all the real thugs out there
Keep it comin’!
Westside!
You know what time it is
All my real homeboys in Jersey, get up!
Outlaw! Thug Life! to die
Westside, Outlaw
Live it up or give it up, busta
Hahahaha, Yeah!
You know what time it is
Love bout you, hate about me
Gun talkin’ automatic mini’s`
Eleven’s, fo’teens
Whatever!
You wanna see us? Have you punks wannabe’s
Bad Boy Killa, we the realest, whatever!
We got, together, Outlawz!
Thugs to the realest, feel us, All you suckas die!
Slow, my fo-fo’, go, bow-bow
Kastro, EDI, close my foes
Without love, no love, do ya
You knew it!
It came with it, we bought it, record it, THUG LIFE!
Forever, together, we ride, we die, we high
FOREVER!
THUG LIFE!
OUTLAW RIDAHZ!
Westside!
M.O.B.!
Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) [ Lyrics ] Letra Gucci Mane Gucci Mane – Cold (feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) Lyrics Verse 1: Gucci Mane
Thinking ‘bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating that damn cold food
They let me out that cold
Soon as I touched down I had to get them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bill, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the ops, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bells
Narcotics and ?, glass bowls and pocket scales
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous
I shine like a camera, I kept all the ?
556’s damage ya, we don’t tote no ?
? the thermometer, we bloodied furniture
We hid at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us
We got toys like Toys R Us
The chop so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
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Drake – Red Button ( Letra) Letra DrakeVEVO Drake – Red Button (Lyrics)
Check, yes
One, one-one, one
Ayy, yeah
Look
The most decorated, competition decimated
My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated
Niggas got you to the spot and then you separated
Reasons for it speculated, we know how it escalated
Rarely celebrated, grade eleven educated
Radio is king again, billboard got me regulated
Wanna make it fair for you, numbers that I generated
Do right and kill everything, people knew that death awaited
Taylor swift the only nigga that I ever rated
Only one could make me drop the album just a little later
Rest of y’all, I treat you like you never made it
Leave your label devastated
Even when you pad the stats, period, I never hated
Even when you stab me in the back, the vest is metal-plated
Tryna see a b inside my circle like I’m gettin’ graded
Man, all this luggage in the lobby like I’m gettin’ traded
Every time you need me for a boost, I never hesitated
Every time that Yeezy called a truce, he had my head inflated
Thinkin’ we gon’ finally peace it up and get to levitatin’
Realize that everything premeditated
Everyone was good with me, then everyone expression faded
Tickin’ time bomb and they beggin’ me to detonate it
If I press this red button, dog, everybody heaven gated
Press this red button, dog, and everything forever changes
Word to m-dolla, she the only one could maybe save it
Should’ve hit you first, but, sis, you know about the shit I’ve taken
Niggas think it’s sweet, but I am not a diabetic patient
No
I will start blackin’ over here like it’s segregation
I will fuckin’ double-cross you niggas like it’s meditation
I’ll give you a hard pill to swallow, this your medication
I will fuckin’ pop up on your ass like a revelation
I could tell you better than I show you, this a demonstration
I will fuckin’ leave you in the dirt like some vegetation
Chemicals is mixin’ in my brain and killin’ hesitation
I will fuckin’ force a few shots like a vaccination
Niggas fuckin’ call me up to cap, this not a graduation
I will fuckin’ put your ass on pause like I’m pastor mason
I will set alarms off and cause a whole evacuation
I’ll fuckin’—, I’ll fuckin’—
I’ll get to you ten years from now like procrastination
I’ll fuckin’ find out wherever y’all are celebratin’
Pull up, park my phantom on the curb like I’m larry david
And then we’ll see who’s really crazy
Drake – Stories About My Brother Lyrics Letra DrakeVEVO Drake – Stories About My Brother Lyrics
Yeah, right back
I walked in the studio, Noel said: I thought that you quit?
I said: Nah, I’m quittin’ again ‘cause I started again
Gotta wait on that
This like the storm before the calm, we’ll get to the vacation later
For real
Ayy
Look
Look
This is the decompress before the intermission
Done a lot of postgame talkin’, but this one different
I told Lee to put him in the car, but don’t pistol whip him
And definitely do not shoot his ass till you get permission
People got a heavy misread on my disposition
Talkin’ loose, then hit me up after on some Please, Drake listen, listen
Energy they bringin’ is inconsistent
I got two Virgil Benzes, one that I’m whippin’ right now
And the other one, I’m keepin’ in mint condition
And niggas bound to slip eventually like they sent permission
Imagine us gettin’ our validation from an ex-musician searchin’ for recognition
Same story every time, they heckle in repetition
I’m top of the mountain, these niggas still down at base camp, they plannin’ they expedition
Y’all the type to catch a charge, head to the deposition
And act like the rapper named after the sex position
But let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though
Let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though, for real
Let me tell you ‘bout my brother
Man, let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though
My brother a tool toter, my brother a tombstoner
Diamonds and violence made us bond, we grew closer
Brother a clip loader, my brother a sick soldier
That nigga stick’ll it to you for real, he a lint roller
My brother a aim botter, I bought him a Range Rover
My brother a flame thrower
It’s like he playin’ EDM, that nigga a chain smoker
Niggas want smoke with us, I promise, it’s game over
Get your ass twist right here, he a kane roller
And then you niggas whine to J Prince, like some grape growers
Man, what the—?
Got it to here with that shit
Let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though
Yeah
I mean, enough about me (Conductor)
Let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though
‘Cause I’ll backhand you boys with my writing hand
You niggas do your shootin’ on the web, you Spider-Man
My brother robbin’ it down to you junes like Iron Man
My brother make your ace disappear like a slight of hand
My brother carry bundles and extensions like hair stores
It’s me, him, and a white ting, we movin’ like Paramore
He into some shit that they call internal affairs for
I’m someone he care for, I’m someone he there for
My brother put some holes in your top, you a Air Force
I should charge for interviews, they want me to share more
A ticket just to check in with the boy, like the airport
This the part of the story you wasn’t prepared for
Let me tell you ‘bout my brother, though
My brother say I’m better than everyone, he biased as fuck
Blood is thicker than water, nigga, his iron is up
And if you keep eyein’ me down, trust me, his iron is up
Your last album was buns, you niggas Hawaiian as fuck
Niggas so down bad, they makin’ alliances up
Cliquein’ up with haters that was thinkin’ of signin’ to us
Knowin’ good and well, that when I drop, they inspired as fuck
Secret admirers too embarrassed, they hide in the cut
CN Towerin’ over you niggas, I’m giant as fuck
Wait on whoever to say whatever, they quiet as fuck
The city don’t love you like that and they fryin’ you up
I can’t wait for the day that you choose to retire your stuff
Takin’ off the sneakers ‘cause you tired of tyin’ ‘em up
That one day you wake up and tell ‘em: Enough is enough
That’s how you gon’ find out you not Kobe Bryant to us
Man, you not Kobe Bryant to us, at all
And if them hoes really love you, then them hoes, they lyin’ to us
They say they miss when you got ‘em wet and you dryin’ them up
Also don’t doubt that you sent them here, and they spyin’ on us
Man, either way, nigga, beware of the dog, deep in my character flaws (conductor)
Humble back in 2012, now I give arrogant bars
I remember blue streak with Neeks, we sharin’ Lacoste
Now we go for dinner and we joke about sharin’ the cost
Got me a ranch in the H, fuck all the carryin’ cause
Boy, I’m on top of the cake, just like some caramel sauce
Fuck all the settlin’ down, these boys married in-laws
I go for dinner, they wife is there and she starin’ across
God forbid I take her and they suffer a terrible loss, yeah
But enough about me
Drake – Evil Ways ( Letra) ft. J. Cole Letra DrakeVEVO Drake – Evil Ways ( Letra) ft. J. Cole
Yeah (oh, baby, be honest with yourself)
Yeah
Everything good, everything pure (there’s some things in life and you know)
(Ooh, ways, if you wanna keep that guy)
Everything pure
(You’ve got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—)
Yeah, I got some evil ways
Even through the glasses, you can see the gaze
To find your way up to the top, this shit gon’ be a maze
Volkswagon, shit the way I’m runnin’ beatles’ plays
Yeah, and we linkin’ like we freed the slaves
I conquered hell, I walked the ‘ville and set my feet ablaze
My heart hardens every year like sneakers that Adidas made
I never did the vmas, I’m not in need of praise
All praise to the born sinners Jesus saves
My brothers runnin’ through the 6ix like the green berets
Beefin’ with a block that’s five hundred feet away
Wheel of fortune, shit, the way they say they need a k
Nah, uh, I only need a raise
And a safe to stash these frito lays
Times was hard, I watched my mama robbin’ hard just to get peter paid
And now my paper folded like when teachers don’t want classmates to see your grade
Time is speedin’ now, I see the greys pokin’ out this beard, but it’s weird ‘cause I feel like I ain’t even age (yeah)
Y’all seize the rage, feet firmly planted for these precious flowers I’ve been handed, watch me be the vase
Man, I’m livin’ out carlito’s way
You niggas ain’t gettin’ no bread, you in a keto phase
Wisdom comin’ out my mouth like some teethin’ pain
My whip used to have the seat displays where S-M-A-C-K DVD would play
Zopiclone baby, I can’t rest without the sleepin’ AIDS
Bought this nigga jewels, these shits is light, let’s get it reappraised
I bet you see the price and you gon’ be amazed
And broski didn’t do it, he like a piece of art, judge, he was framed
Some feed the j’s to receive a wage
Coke got they nose bleedin’ like the seats where you can’t see the stage
High up in arenas where they see their faves
Aka me and drizzy drake, we the wave
Uh, yeah, we the wave
Like christian combs with a brush in his hand once the grease is laid
Shit is 360 like the label deal you signed to get your people paid
Me, I got tickets like a meter maid
And 21 my nigga like he celebrate a legal age
Next time I get in rosalia face
I hope she tell her people that we need some space
Niggas think I won’t get ‘em hit but like like an indian marriage, it could be arranged
Diss me, and you just may see us on your block like the street parade
At the top, playin’ keeper way with the crown
Our life’s an open book, come and read a page
Drake pulled a white bitch that’s goin’ both ways, she like the queen of spades
I’m startin’ to think they percs is fake, they weed is laced
For thinkin’ it’s a game, if it’s a game, these streets would be the bushido’s blade
Razor to his face and he ain’t need a shave
I stay out of beef, see niggas’ DNA get rearrangedi’m with drizzy in atlanta, so many hitters with that nigga, they could be the braves
Young angel goin’ through his demon phase
Hard to blame ‘em, lord knows this game could be depraved
Scary hours undefeated, y’all should be afraid
Yeah, y’all should be afraid
Ooh, ways, if you wanna to keep that guy
You’ve got to change your evil ways, if you wanna keep that—
Oh, baby, be honest with yourself
There’s some thing’s in life and you know
Ooh, ways, if you wanna to keep that guy
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G.A – Não Precisa Fingir Letras, Lyrics: G.A – Não Precisa Fingir ( Letra )
Quem me dera apenas uma vez
Você falar qo eu sente sem mentir
Eu sei que quando eu saio você surta
Be, entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
Quem me dera apenas uma vez
Você falar o que sente sem mentir
Eu sei que quando eu saio você surta
Be, entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
nao precisa fingir pra…
O peito dela é pequeno, mas eu amo ele sua bunda é grande
Eu gosto de você, mas o dinheiro é mais atraente
Eu lembro quando você deixava outras pessoas falar pela gente
Sem suas amigas do lado eu ja sei que cê nao se garante
Lembro de ontem
Diz que me amava, so mentia e eu também
Diz que eu nao presto, fora o resto eu chamo e cê vem
So falar mal, mas nao me larga por que eu fodo bem
Você nunca vai precisar forçar o que é real
Surtava por tudo e ainda achava isso normal
Arruma algum problema para cada soluçao
Alta expectativa vem com grande decepção
vem com grande decepção
Quem me dera apenas uma vez
Você falar o que sente sem mentir
Eu sei que quando eu saio você surta, bê
entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
Você mesma falava que nao tinha nada contra
até me ver de painho com outra garota
Vai doer vai, mas eu sei que você supera
Eu quis ter paz, mas você preferiu a guerra
Agora se ela me ama ja nao sei mais
ja nao sei mais
Agora se ela me engana
já nao sei mais
Eu já nao sei mais
Quem me dera apenas uma vez
Você falar o que sente sem mentir
Eu sei que quando eu saio você surta, bê
entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
Quem me dera apenas uma vez
Eu sei que quando eu saio você surta, bê
entao nao precisa fingir pra mim
