CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hairless Horseman
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy
I'm just a shoulder and neck until my b*t*h give me head
I start f**king my devils and put my karma to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap sh*t is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brrrrrrr"
Barking up the wrong tree, I done smoked too much moss
These days I'm killing gods, I had to get that across
Cross me, that's like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
And cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
Where the hot rod, clapping cheeks until my d**k clap
That's a hot rod, but she still tied to my meat
Like Lady Gaga, they googly-eyed after they Google me
Giggling, growing my gigabytes, I'm grooving, you goofy
I had b*t*hes tryna be on my p*n*s since Zenon
Looked at Raven-Symone and said, "Cetus Lapidus!"
At the moment, I'm always taking meetings
Already too many assumptions taking meanings
All the men, abandonment, the management that's making them
That was six different ways for me to spell "ATM"
I got six different plays for me to melt ATMs
I got six different states where I need to mail ATMs
Not on no modest sh*t, honestly, I could humble the hottest b*t*h
Don't have rings on no hobbit sh*t but still tell her I got a b*t*h
Hopping out the house, hooting, holl'ing, sauce, gravy
I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy
I'm just a shoulder and neck until my b*t*h give me head
I start f**king my devils and put my karma to bed
I might go back to fraud 'cause this rap sh*t is flawed
They just cap for applause, they owe an arm and a leg
Ayy, I seen that chopper and that money counter both go "Brrrrrrr"
Barking up the wrong tree, I done smoked too much moss
These days I'm killing gods, I had to get that across
Cross me, that's like tryna cross the street cross-eyed
And cross-faded out the crosswalk 'til you cross paths
Where the hot rod, clapping cheeks until my d**k clap
That's a hot rod, but she still tied to my meat
Like Lady Gaga, they googly-eyed after they Google me
Giggling, growing my gigabytes, I'm grooving, you goofy
I had b*t*hes tryna be on my p*n*s since Zenon
Looked at Raven-Symone and said, "Cetus Lapidus!"
At the moment, I'm always taking meetings
Already too many assumptions taking meanings
All the men, abandonment, the management that's making them
That was six different ways for me to spell "ATM"
I got six different plays for me to melt ATMs
I got six different states where I need to mail ATMs
Not on no modest sh*t, honestly, I could humble the hottest b*t*h
Don't have rings on no hobbit sh*t but still tell her I got a b*t*h
Hopping out the house, hooting, holl'ing, sauce, gravy
I never really had the sauce, boy, the sauce had me
