Corrección Letra Cypher par Lil Tecca

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Yeah, I ran out of gas, so I had to go call up my plug
These n***as hatin' on me, I don't care 'cause I'm high like a bug
If that pu**y boy talkin' stupid, I'm gon' let him fly like a muhf**kin' rug
I promise I don't want no new friends, so if you don't like me, I don't give a f**k
I'm too angelic, I know they gon' copy
I'm too unique, n***a, no you can't mock me
Walk in the function, and all these hoes jocking
If you don't like me, n***a, you can block me
Nobody [?], don't stop me (No!)
Tryna get rich like I'm Roddy
These n***as throwin' they cap up like bonnet
Can't love on you hoes, can't love on you thotties

Ne-Never gon' switch up
How yo broke ass get no guap, but yo b*t*h does?
I just f**ked two thots, yeah, they sisters
I just- I just count this guap, I got blisters
Yeah, Cxshy with me, too
Fazo with me, too
Cxshy with me, too
Fazo with me, too
I just left that b*t*h on read, n***a, checkin' up the deuce
Pockets full of dead n***as, no, I can't lose
Yeah, I can't lose, huh, aha
And I'm with the angels, with the crew (Buh, buh)
You know when we pull up, we gon' shoot, heh, yeah-hah
She said she don't like me, I'm like "Okay, okay, cool" (Let's go)
And I go too fast, yeah, that coupe
Got the top down, man, we drivin' with no roof
Said you wan' be me, but everytime, yeah, you just lose
You can't hang with the angels, you gon' get the boot (Brrrah!)
She a thot, I told her "I can't f**k with you"
If you weird, then stay away from me, yeah, that's my only rule, uh, yeah-hah
I just f**ked yo b*t*h, you had no clue (Beep!)
Yeah, know my pockets fat 'cause that's just what I do, Yeah, yeah

I can't never lose, aye
Broke boy, you not cool, aye
Hop in the Trackhawk Jeep, that sh*t go "Vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom," aye
Got yo b*t*h all on my d**k, she eat it up, what you gon' do?
That boy sent me his song, I turned it up and took a snooze, aye
I get to that bag
These boys go out sad
These lil' n***as my sons, I put it on God that I'm yo dad
I'm just makin' bread, on God, these bum ass n***as mad
My pockets too big, and why yo boyfriend pockets flat?
Yuh, we all up in NYC
No mindless behavior, I'm a prodigy
Yeah, Prada, that's all on my team
Feel like Xhulooo with the G-19
Yeah, shoutout to Tec, we gettin' guapanese
Yeah, shoutout to Tec, she keep me company
Yeah, 26 days, shoutout Jay and Oxy
Yeah, yo girl not prayin', but she on her knees
That Glock finna go (Bleeh!)
Yeah, shoutout Dami
The angels up next, n***a, can't you see?
I feel like I'm Ceelo, I'm countin' this green
I'm baggin' this b*t*h, feel like RDC
Yeah, remember them n***as that doubted on me
Yeah, I think yo girl f**kin' with me
Yeah, yeah, she f**kin' with me, ha

Yeah, I'm up on the road right now
These n***as hatin' 'cause I'm in my prime
I'm tryna go up, I ain't wastin' no time
[?], that b*t*h hold it down
These n***as hatin', I know it's a sign
Put that lil' XD right to yo spine
second, ain't talkin' bout Vine
I roll me a wood, now I'm feelin' too high
f**k, then I tell her "Bye-bye"
[?], I had to reply
I pull up with this Glock, I ain't tryna wrestle
That beam on his head, now he got a freckle
I'm f**kin' 3 hoes, no, you ain't special
I ride around town in a f**kin' Tesla
Ha, yeah, ridin' round town in that muhf**kin' Tesla
Ain't trustin' no b*t*h, I don't know if it's a setup
Talk down on gang, we gon' get that boy wet up
[?], I'm applyin' that pressure
sayin' I'm next up
Louis V on me, that Gucci be [?], yeah
I f**k a b*t*h, and I f**k on her bestfriend
I'm a real angel, no need for protection
that n***a cappin'
Bullets gon' [?]
Smokin' his pack, and my bro bought a mansion
Young n***a fly, got Chrome Heart [?]
on his body like he got some pageants
you in the [?], b*t*h

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