CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Potato Salad
Ayy, you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
n***as give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' n***as who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like sh*t barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
n***a we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got sh*t dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my b*t*h green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all n***as weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my n***a I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, n***a
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? n***a in Pari'
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
n***as give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' n***as who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like sh*t barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
n***a we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got sh*t dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my b*t*h green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all n***as weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my n***a I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, n***a
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? n***a in Pari'
