CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : No Strings Attached
Yeah, yeah
Young G
B*t*h we came in some twangers, pistols flailin', no cappin', b*t*h, we ragin', not playin'
B*t*h, on my gang life, [?] no access like Tinker Tailor
While you was sippin' on Fiji, I was playin' with ouijas
He looked through the scope, I wonder who sees me
Costantine was with demons, you wonder why your son goes missing
I have not seen him, nor his body
Two tone shawty big body, kamikaze, leap!
If you feelin' froggy, sleep, if you feelin' groggy, b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about a n***a or his mommy
That's her seed, like a poppy and I'll even drop his Papi
If he think he solid, I might have to leave him soggy
No apology, no sorry, he get flattened like a latki
I'm the bomb, they call me Saki, chopper kickin' like karate
Hand sign shinigami, man dyin' if he try me
Uh, uh
Where you think you going, boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute b***on, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy
BROLY!
I got five-hundred rounds in the drum
It's a bad move if he make a sound, boy, he dumb
I'm a square n***a, I don't f**k around
I'ma try angles on a n***a, then I X him out
Turn that n***a to a hashtag when I hit him with the pound
Bombs over Baghdad, I'ma make a lot of sounds
Chopper shells leave 'em crusty, 'cause that n***a is a clown
With my baseball bat, I might have to charge the mound
Where you think you goin', boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute b***on, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy
Young G
B*t*h we came in some twangers, pistols flailin', no cappin', b*t*h, we ragin', not playin'
B*t*h, on my gang life, [?] no access like Tinker Tailor
While you was sippin' on Fiji, I was playin' with ouijas
He looked through the scope, I wonder who sees me
Costantine was with demons, you wonder why your son goes missing
I have not seen him, nor his body
Two tone shawty big body, kamikaze, leap!
If you feelin' froggy, sleep, if you feelin' groggy, b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about a n***a or his mommy
That's her seed, like a poppy and I'll even drop his Papi
If he think he solid, I might have to leave him soggy
No apology, no sorry, he get flattened like a latki
I'm the bomb, they call me Saki, chopper kickin' like karate
Hand sign shinigami, man dyin' if he try me
Uh, uh
Where you think you going, boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute b***on, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy
BROLY!
I got five-hundred rounds in the drum
It's a bad move if he make a sound, boy, he dumb
I'm a square n***a, I don't f**k around
I'ma try angles on a n***a, then I X him out
Turn that n***a to a hashtag when I hit him with the pound
Bombs over Baghdad, I'ma make a lot of sounds
Chopper shells leave 'em crusty, 'cause that n***a is a clown
With my baseball bat, I might have to charge the mound
Where you think you goin', boy?
No strings attached, like a wireless controller, boy
Hit the mute b***on, now I have to kill the noise
I might have to split his planet, I might have to kill that boy
