CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : test yo luck
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes
Don't test your luck today
I was makin' money in the back of the class
Teachers on my ass, sayin' "Billy, you bad"
I was really pipin' in the back
I was really (?) like Peter with the pack (Billy)
I got everybody screaming, "Billy is back"
Holy guacamole, gettin' (?)
Holy guacamole, chase the gosh darn sack
Holy guacamole, I won't fumble the bag
I'm like, damn
I'm an outcast, y'all knew that
Try to fit in, but now I'm rich, Billy did that
Mentally unstable, down with the sickness
You gеt this
All of this money will never fix this
Back on that rap shit
Just paid my taxеs
I'm in another bracket
Homeboy, this a classic, okay
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes (Wait, is it my turn?)
Don't test your luck today (Aye, bitch, I'm Sadfriendd)
Uh, (?) bitches (?)
(?) essay (?) dancin' up on the ceiling
Smokin' pack, so (?) motherfucker, I got no feelings
I really don't got no feelings, so honestly, fuck your feelings [?]
Got a bitch in the back, and she tryna throw it back
Get the cheese like a rat
Bitch, I'm tryna (?)
Make a move, (?)
Lil' bitch, make it clap
(?) shawty tryna drop it on my motherfuckin' lap
(???)
Any boy that run up on me (?)
I got (?), a tiny little Glock is just a toy
Red dot, posted up up on your head
I will destroy any motherfucker who really (?) with the shit
I'm a rappin' motherfucker, these bitches know I can spit
In the- in the face of these bitches
I don't fuck with rappers, 'cause they always look suspicious
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes
Don't test your luck today
I was makin' money in the back of the class
Teachers on my ass, sayin' "Billy, you bad"
I was really pipin' in the back
I was really (?) like Peter with the pack (Billy)
I got everybody screaming, "Billy is back"
Holy guacamole, gettin' (?)
Holy guacamole, chase the gosh darn sack
Holy guacamole, I won't fumble the bag
I'm like, damn
I'm an outcast, y'all knew that
Try to fit in, but now I'm rich, Billy did that
Mentally unstable, down with the sickness
You gеt this
All of this money will never fix this
Back on that rap shit
Just paid my taxеs
I'm in another bracket
Homeboy, this a classic, okay
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes (Wait, is it my turn?)
Don't test your luck today (Aye, bitch, I'm Sadfriendd)
Uh, (?) bitches (?)
(?) essay (?) dancin' up on the ceiling
Smokin' pack, so (?) motherfucker, I got no feelings
I really don't got no feelings, so honestly, fuck your feelings [?]
Got a bitch in the back, and she tryna throw it back
Get the cheese like a rat
Bitch, I'm tryna (?)
Make a move, (?)
Lil' bitch, make it clap
(?) shawty tryna drop it on my motherfuckin' lap
(???)
Any boy that run up on me (?)
I got (?), a tiny little Glock is just a toy
Red dot, posted up up on your head
I will destroy any motherfucker who really (?) with the shit
I'm a rappin' motherfucker, these bitches know I can spit
In the- in the face of these bitches
I don't fuck with rappers, 'cause they always look suspicious
Don't test your luck today
It will not go your way
You make me cry each time you lie
There's not one thought behind your eyes
Don't test your luck today
