CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : No Rules

Awstria
F**king b*t*h-a** n***a

I know you wanna f**k a rich-a** n***a
You know yo dad raised a?b*t*h-a**?n***a
Old b*t*h-a** n***a?can't f**k with my team
You just?mad that my money talk, huh, Charlie Sheen
I ain't gon'?lie,?if?I was you,?I would hate?myself
I think yo b*t*h wanna f**k with me 'cause she see my belt
Caught the opps out in traffic, point it like I see the help
Let me dive head first in it, Michael Phelps

In the A, I just linked up with Dorien
Got that fire on my side, feel like Scorpion
Palm Angels t-shirt, feeling glorious
Feel like a star player, I been scoring sh*t
You save hoes? Okay, Captain Underpants
I don't got a lil' b*t*h, ask yo other man
At the self-scan, yes, that's another jam
Oh, the sauce? That's five hundred, brother man

I told that b*t*h to suck it well, I'm not yo other mans
She gon' suck d**k and go home with her pu**y untouched
b*t*h to save her but there really ain't nothing
Smooth criminal, she gotta go home uncuffed
young n***as make me really get the uncle in me
Everything free in the mall, go and f**k it, dummy
B*t*h, you gotta see we gon' ball, feel like I'm Zion
Sorry for the wait that it take but I like the [?]
Up the rocket, turn a opp to a astronaut
Matter fact, I'll up chop, he Casper now
Off this new BIN, I'm more blessed than a pastor now
A**ist, yo b*t*h got pa**ed around
Making green off the hams, Dr. Seuss
Checking up on these hoes? Dr. You
If it's beef, we gon' slide on a opp or two
Dirty-a** ham tryna reach? Put the mop to use

Gotta know it ain't no rules to this sh*t
I'm a rude-a** n***a, cut into a lil' b*t*h
I get fuel off the hate, I'll cruise to yo ship
Guns bigger than the clothes on Papoose in this b*t*h
It's amazing what you see a ho do for a fix
It's amazing what you see a ho when you the sh*t
You ain't a killer, you more like a state troop or some sh*t
Yeah, we heard you n***as telling, heard you made yo homies failing

Sick I came euro stepping, b*t*h, I'm Damian Lillard
This scam sh*t ain't light, boy, it take skill
Sick me and Dee plotting on the same meal
If the Glock don't kill him then the K will
And if the K don't do it then the tank will
Don't talk about drank to me if it ain't sealed
Shooter came kill streak, that's his eighth kill
Name an IG b*t*h that I ain't drilled
Damn, bro, pa** one my way
I'm tryna get head speed driving on the highway
It's the [?] flick, got giffies, it's my birthday
Don't show up to my crib, you'll get killed in the worst way
Huh, that's no cap
Huh, she ain't have a a**, it was all back
Miss a call from the bank, hold on, let me call back
Been learn my lesson, never trip, I'ma fall back

Never trip, Maison Margielas tied up
You a damn doodoo head if you tryna fight us
Jam the reader three times then I slide once
Catch me OT touring Wally's, this my ninth one
Bro poured some mud in his pop, with his dirty-a**
You ain't really in yours, catch me in thirty bags
Come and get yo b*t*h, with her flirty-a**
Never listened to a song but I heard he a**