CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Triple Double

I don't smoke menthol (More-more-m-m-menthol)
Got confetti in my lungs (Confetti, in my, lung)
Got a broken jaw (Bro-ken-ken-jaw-jaw-jaw)
'Cause they won't shoot the one on one (Shoo-oo-oot the one, one)
And I'm a ball hog, I ball hard
I'm all net, I'm all boards
I'm no boy
I'm all gold, no glitter on me
I'm all soul, black Bowie with a lil' Kobe

I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own
I do better on my own

It's hard to sleep when I don't dream
My eyes are red, staring at the street light

Pop-pop-papa say, "Stay on my tools"
Back to my P's and my Q's
I say, "f**k all your Q and A's"
Stood on my own twos, they ain't on my level
My E and my Q
I put the G in the Q
b*t*h, I'm a G and I'm cute
Parlay with Jean in the coupe
She can't name the name of my jeans and it's cool
I could just tell at the end of my school, my league, my level (Woo)
They ain't Ivy league so they more Irish Spring (Woo)
Clean, Imma come clean 'til I leather my leather (Woo)
Paint on my nail but don't rattle my feather (Boy!)
Don't throw and get killed, by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real, yeah
Boy don't get tilt, yeah
D-d-don't get your cat pealed
f**k you mean, how did it feel?
Yeah, now how does it feel? For real