CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : kool
(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee sh*t)
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (B*t*h)
When I hit that b*t*h I had her just like woohoo
Man that's a playa b*t*h, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b*t*hes, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*t*h, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b*t*h, you know I'm having beaucoup
And I'm having so much drip, lil' b*t*h, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b*t*h, he get popped just like a zit
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f**king get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we f**king lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b*t*h
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f**king lit
I come through b*t*h I pop my sh*t
They ask how long we fly like this
B*t*h I’m fly just like a pigeon
Designer drugs, Designer sh*t
Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to b*t*h
When I was 15, I had two b*t*hes
When I was 18 I touched six digits
When slime was 16 he had two pistols (yeah)
Now we living different
Why this band feel like a penny?
Man I swear I hate you n***as
Feel like Satan out to get me
I like Number Nine and Rick, lil b*t*h I don’t f**k with Giuseppe
It’s your conglomerate, you know that we all wealthy
Dior on my pants and on my shoes
And I’m smoking zaza what I do
I can’t f**k that b*t*h, cause she a swoop
And my blood n***a pull up just like woo
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two
When I hit that b*t*h I had her just like woohoo
Man that's a playa b*t*h, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b*t*hes, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*t*h, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b*t*h, you know I'm having beaucoup
And I'm having so much drip, lil' b*t*h, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b*t*h, he get popped just like a zit
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f**king get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we f**king lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b*t*h
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f**king lit
Yeah
Brand new Rick
Smoke in this
All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee sh*t)
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (B*t*h)
When I hit that b*t*h I had her just like woohoo
Man that's a playa b*t*h, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b*t*hes, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*t*h, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b*t*h, you know I'm having beaucoup
And I'm having so much drip, lil' b*t*h, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b*t*h, he get popped just like a zit
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f**king get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we f**king lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b*t*h
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f**king lit
I come through b*t*h I pop my sh*t
They ask how long we fly like this
B*t*h I’m fly just like a pigeon
Designer drugs, Designer sh*t
Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to b*t*h
When I was 15, I had two b*t*hes
When I was 18 I touched six digits
When slime was 16 he had two pistols (yeah)
Now we living different
Why this band feel like a penny?
Man I swear I hate you n***as
Feel like Satan out to get me
I like Number Nine and Rick, lil b*t*h I don’t f**k with Giuseppe
It’s your conglomerate, you know that we all wealthy
Dior on my pants and on my shoes
And I’m smoking zaza what I do
I can’t f**k that b*t*h, cause she a swoop
And my blood n***a pull up just like woo
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two
When I hit that b*t*h I had her just like woohoo
Man that's a playa b*t*h, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b*t*hes, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*t*h, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b*t*h, you know I'm having beaucoup
And I'm having so much drip, lil' b*t*h, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b*t*h, he get popped just like a zit
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f**king get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n***a, now we f**king lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b*t*h
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f**king lit
Yeah
Brand new Rick
Smoke in this
