Corrección Letra 4-Play par BlueBucksClan

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Told her I just want the top, that's my foreplay (That's all, Low the Great)
All?foreign?sh*t parked in?the driveway (Driveway)
It ain't Sunday, I?got Loubs on, it's the Lord's day (Lord's day)
I'm the n***a diggin' in these hoes like I'm X-ray (I'm that n***a)

Yeah, big-a** shoes, I need step space
Big-a** Rolls-Royce, I got leg space (Big Rolls)
Been f**kin' n***as hoes, we got sextapes (I been f**kin')
Once I bust, yeah, I'm cool, have a blessed day (Yeah, I'm cool)

Charge a twenty-five hundred for a quick eight (Yeah, I'm tight)
It's a couple cool rappers, but the rest gay (N***as weird)
She want me to eat her pu**y, but I just ate (I'm cool)
Pourin' juice every day, how I'ma lose weight? (I don't know)

Twelve hundred on my shoes, I can't lose faith (Twelve hundred)
Exotic 'Woods, n***a, I can't do shake (I can't do it)
Tryna bust a BOA, I can't do Chase
Tired of the same hoes, I need new face (New face)

B*t*hes fightin' at my crib like I'm Blueface (Blueface)
You can get your a** packed like a suitcase (On my mama)
Balenciaga size 45 to your ribcage (Lil' n***a)
BucksClan got these n***as dyin' to get backstage
Told her I could change her life, yeah, it sound right (Yeah, I can)
By myself, three b*t*hes, it's a wild night (That's on God)
Hear that 'Rari truck pull up with the loud pipes (Loud pipes)
Got these hundreds stacked up, yeah, they piled right (Yeah, they stackin')

Busted on her face, you got a towel, right? (Towel, right?)
She said them Clan n***as broke, that don't sound right (These n***as dumb)
Got a problem with my n***as, I'ma get involved (On my mama)
Make these b*t*hes get straight to the head like some Tylenol (What you doin'?)

All her friends bad, I can't chose, it's a lot of y'all
Got them off the '42 straight, ain't no Fireball (Nah)
B*t*hes tryna talk but not top, man, I'm tired of y'all
Cherry burnin' through my clothes like I left the iron on

Drop a deuce in a twenty ounce, ain't no styrofoams (Hell nah)
Man, my b*t*h head super fire, yeah, I'm flyin' over (Goddamn)
Yeah, we all want your b*t*h, she on speakerphone (Speakerphone)
In her house, I'm in Christian Loubs, b*t*h, the preacher home (Preacher home)
She at the Airbnb givin' super dome (God)
Weird n***as beggin' for a verse, yeah, they leechin' on (Hell nah)
N***as tellin' like they 6ix9ine, sh*t I don't condone (Lame)
B*t*hes wanna f**k me, yeah, she smellin' all this good cologne (Cologne)
BucksClan got the virus way they killin' sh*t (Killin' sh*t)
Lot of lame n***as here, I'm not feelin' this (I'm not feelin' it)
N***as broke, probably waitin' on that stimulus (Waitin' on that stimulus)
I'm at Fleming's wastin' food, I can't finish this (Yeah, I'm full)
Pull up on her in a Rolls truck, she never been in this (Rolls truck)
She keep tellin' me she never met a n***a real as this (Real all this)
We on lockdown, I'm still rockin' double-G and sh*t
Want me to herself, she must think I'm PnB and sh*t (She selfish)
Been makin' b*t*hes leave for stealin' out the 'bnb and sh*t (B*t*h)

My b*t*h hittin' up her homegirls like, "Who you see him with?" (Who you see me with?)
Limousine tint on every whip, yeah, you can't see in this (Hell nah)
I'm the only n***a ready for her, she the meanest b*t*h (Meanest b*t*h)
Got her in a Rolls, she like, "Damn, I never dreamed of this" (Goddamn)

Watchin' good movies, gettin' head, I never seen this sh*t (Sh*t good)
Smokin' good gas, 41 got me seein' sh*t (41)
Clan n***as f**kin' up the club, you gotta see this sh*t (You gotta see it)
GiGi, that's on God, her head fire, you gotta meet this b*t*h (You gotta meet this b*t*h, hahaha, ah)

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