Corrección Letra Blow It All par YSN Flow

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She tryna f**k on the kid
Only way that he f**kin' if you tryna bring all your friends (Mm, mm-mm-mm, mm)
(Mm-mm, mm-mm), mm-mm, mm-mm, yeah, yeah
(Ferno spazzed on this motherf**ker)

I ran it up, got me a bag
I’ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna f**k on the kid
Only way that we f**kin' if you tryna bring all your friends (Bring all your friends)
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin’
You know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pu**y
I can't keep track of all the money I spend (Uh)
Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, we stickin' to the plan
All white walkin’, lookin’ like a Xan'
They been plottin’, boy, them boys ain't your friends

Can't trip, my Balеnci's came without no laces
I see they showin’ lovе to the fakest
My n***as was breakin' bread before we made it
Bro in the field, he keep on catchin' cases
I know some n***as that's locked in that box
They was definitely Roddy, but never got rich
I feel like I can't put trust in nobody
These n***as ain't solid, get caught on the flip
All my n***as got bodies and sticks
Me and my n***as was sharin' clothes
But look, we finally rich
Can't reminisce about the past days
I'm just tryna get my bag straight
I ran it up, got me a bag
I'ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna f**k on the kid
Only way that we f**kin' if you tryna bring all your friends (Bring all your friends)
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pu**y
I can't keep track of all the money I spend (Uh)
Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, we stickin' to the plan
All white walkin', lookin' like a Xan'
They been plottin', boy, them boys ain't your friends

Everybody switchin' up for no reason
Nightly I've been fightin' my demons
Hoodie on, yeah, it's really that season
Keep your love, 'cause a n***a don't need it
F**k the Plain Jane, b*t*h, I need my sh*t flooded
Bag chasin', overloaded on luggage
2020 whip, I don't need to touch it
I push the b***on and this b*t*h get to runnin'
This b*t*h get to runnin', I pull out the choppa, you runnin'
That's not your b*t*h if you know that we f**kin'
Too many hunnids, no time for no lovin'
They mad 'cause I'm up, I turned nothin' to somethin'
I ran it up, got me a bag
I'ma blow it all, then I do it again
She tryna f**k on the kid
Only way that we f**kin' if you tryna bring all your friends (Bring all your friends)
Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin'
You know that I'm settin' these trends
Pocket watchin' like a pu**y
I can't keep track of all the money I spend (Uh)
Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan
They flipped the script, we stickin' to the plan
All white walkin', lookin' like a Xan'
They been plottin', boy, them boys ain't your friends

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