CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Last Minute Trips
Keep that burp in it to make it natural
Sound like my woman in the cut
Let me tell you some sh*t
(Holy)
You the reason why I can't drink Casamigos
With my amigos, out in TJ with some freak hoes
Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos
f**k with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes
Hoes out the door, I don't know but they with me though
Long day, long flight, I finna f**k tonight (Horny)
Life's a b*t*h but I'm rich, so I'm sittin' tight
No demise to them guys, I'm just here to glide
The game's weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide
Just me and my Gs, collect the fees, if you come short then you might die
You see the steez, you smell the breeze, I'm somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais
We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap, it's bye-bye
No phone on a beach, I can't be reached, not this week, I'm on my time
We gettin' low on you b*t*hes, hahaha
We gettin' low on these n***as, ah
We gettin' low on you b*t*hes, hahaha
We gettin' low on these n***as, ah
Take this sh*t to the grave if I can, I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread (Holy)
Take this sh*t to the grave if I can, I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Fettucini
My b*t*h a meanie, I'm [stampin'?] it
In the evening I'm stabbin' it
I see ass and I'm grabbin' it
You is you, can't compare my chick
'Cause you know she bad as sh*t
Now look at you, mad as sh*t
Boy, you better go get a grip
I don't do favors, you ain't give me no help
I'm not an enabler, you better do it yourself
b*t*h read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
I don't do favors, you ain't give me help
I'm not an enabler, you better do it yourself
b*t*h read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
Liar
Holy
Sound like my woman in the cut
Let me tell you some sh*t
(Holy)
You the reason why I can't drink Casamigos
With my amigos, out in TJ with some freak hoes
Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos
f**k with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes
Hoes out the door, I don't know but they with me though
Long day, long flight, I finna f**k tonight (Horny)
Life's a b*t*h but I'm rich, so I'm sittin' tight
No demise to them guys, I'm just here to glide
The game's weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide
Just me and my Gs, collect the fees, if you come short then you might die
You see the steez, you smell the breeze, I'm somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais
We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap, it's bye-bye
No phone on a beach, I can't be reached, not this week, I'm on my time
We gettin' low on you b*t*hes, hahaha
We gettin' low on these n***as, ah
We gettin' low on you b*t*hes, hahaha
We gettin' low on these n***as, ah
Take this sh*t to the grave if I can, I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread (Holy)
Take this sh*t to the grave if I can, I'm the reaper fan
Best believe I'ma stay where I stand, I ain't movin' again
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Give a sh*t 'bout these n***as, these n***as ain't doin' nothin' when it come to this bread
Fettucini
My b*t*h a meanie, I'm [stampin'?] it
In the evening I'm stabbin' it
I see ass and I'm grabbin' it
You is you, can't compare my chick
'Cause you know she bad as sh*t
Now look at you, mad as sh*t
Boy, you better go get a grip
I don't do favors, you ain't give me no help
I'm not an enabler, you better do it yourself
b*t*h read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
I don't do favors, you ain't give me help
I'm not an enabler, you better do it yourself
b*t*h read my palm, said my life full of wealth
I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf
Liar
Holy
