Corrección Letra I, GIORNO GIOVANNA par ONI INC.

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Letra

Ohhh sh*t! (Yuhhh)
ONI and Hurt Gang! (Hahahaha)
Ru-ru-ru-ru-ru, oh my God!
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh

Pull up to your block, yeah, I shoot like a wizard
F**kin' on a bad hot chick, like a lizard
Wait, ugh, back to my place, yeah
That n***a talkin' sh*t, gettin' shot in his face
Hittin' that gas on the highway
Send me to the clouds, yuh, I'm way up on the sky way
M16, I'ma grip that sh*t my way
Send him that triple burst, send him to the die way

Yuh, and not I'm gonna die before I make it out
Funny type n***as pull up on me, I might take it out
Dumpin' out his body, countin' bodies like a body count
Pull up on that lil' dumb n***a, we gon' air it out
Huh, huh, and we don't gotta pop with it
Pull up on that pu**y, drop a n***a, you ain't droppin' it
Face bust back, I pack the sh*t, droppin' it
Shawty only happy when I drop dead, cappin' it
Up in this b*t*h and I feel like a god
Walk on this strip and we with the whole squad
You don't want smoke, I got that like a mod
Posted, we puffin', I'm with the whole squad
Wе gon' kill the show, it's going down in Nevada
Shot on that film and it's up on the camеra
F**k n***a, don't test me, need to back up
Talkin' that sh*t, you get muhf**kin' smacked up
Scream so loud, all my veins they be poppin' out
Snap on the track with no effort, I got it now
All of that drama, I don't want wanna talk about
High as a b*t*h in this whip, I got cotton mouth

Pull up to your crib, [?] that my way
Stuntin' lil' b*t*h, [?] your own driveway
Stalkin' on the internet, welcome to Myspace
He ain't 'bout sh*t, he a b*t*h, I'm no bit' mane
I did lil' b*t*h, shut the f**k up
Bloody your lips, bloody yo' guns
F**k off of me n***a, don't try
Put me on a track, b*t*h that sh*t gon' blow
And this [?] hits harder than your motherf**kin' dad do
Call my Glock a running man, my bullets running past you
F**k around way too much and we gon' leave you in the past
If we wet him up, we ink him up like it's a tattoo
B*t*h, I am pretty (Yuhh), call me Giorno
Celibate nuns, I make 'em horno' (Woo!)
B*t*hes c*mmin' to my shows like a p***o
Melt in your mouth hoe, just like I'm DiGiorno
Just like, just like, oh my god be different (What?)
Demonic shark but won't catch me swimmin'
Ugh, make your b*t*h drip hard
Grabbin' on my d**k as I drift in my car
Finger pick her pu**y like an 8-string guitar
Camera on my phone 'bout to make you a star
I see you can't take it
8-inch dream, those screams not fakin'
Some rhyme how I kill pu**y like Jason
But I'm more action, like Statham

Ugh, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow
(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, bow)
Hahahahahahaha, yeahhh, ONI! Blegh
Uh-uh, yeah now we're just vibing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah here we go, ahah
Alright, stream all my music, thank you so much
Shoutouts Hurt Gang, let's go, bop

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