CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Luigi’s Mansion
Ayy, b*t*h, ayy, go
Real murder worth sh*t (Go, ayy)
B*t*h, already know how the f**k am I rockin'?
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, b*t*h)
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, go)
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (B*t*h)
Bro tryna say it's smoke with us, then lil' bro pulled up quick (Ayy)
I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 5.56 (B*t*h)
ARP hold .223 it turn 'em into bits (Huh?)
Mr. He Ain't That, he ain't that and he ain't this (N***a)
Mr. Met By Chance, she just wanna suck my d**k (B*t*h, ayy)
I done smoked yo' whole advance, spent the rest at Saks Fifth
I got money, b*t*h, I'm lit and I drop hits (And I drop hits)
Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks (And my kicks, n***a)
She wan' f**k on me 'cause she know that I'm it (She know I’m it)
B*t*h, I'm the it factor
Bullеt hit his daddy in the head, now he a b*st*rd
I just f**kеd his b*t*h up on the Louis matress
I'm talkin' double C and double G on me, I'm active
I'm talkin' Perc' 30 on my a**, now I can't balance (Now I can’t balance)
I'm talkin' 'bout real Murda Worth sh*t, done made it global (B*t*h)
I'm on a king bed, used to shoot at all my locals (All my locals, n***a)
Now the bad b*t*hes on the 'Gram got me on they Roku (On they Roku)
I done got rich as f**k, spent three hunnid on soul food (On soul food)
That boy sad as hell, need to stick to rappin' on ProTools (On ProTools)
I be slidin' on all my opps, b*t*h, I'm a pro with the tool
I'm talkin' 'bout get, groovy, ayy
She wanna be in a sex movie
She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty
N***as be broke as hell and ain't sh*t they could say to me
I'm gettin' baked as hell on zaza, sippin' gooey
I done spent five racks in Louis
I done spent six hunnid on my toolie
She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie
And the C-4, three four cooling
And the MAC-10 came with a cooler
We know you broke, who you fooling?
Her a** fat, but this b*t*h a** fuller
He a pro mag puller, ayy
I done dropped up out that school, I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller)
If I catch that boy on lack, I shoot like hooper (Shoot like hooper)
Shoot like, hooper
Shoot like hooper, ayy
Shoot like, b*t*h, ayy, go
Real murder worth sh*t (Go, ayy)
B*t*h, already know how the f**k am I rockin'?
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, b*t*h)
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (With them sticks, go)
Too deep in that C-4Matic, strapped with them sticks (B*t*h)
Bro tryna say it's smoke with us, then lil' bro pulled up quick (Ayy)
I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 5.56 (B*t*h)
ARP hold .223 it turn 'em into bits (Huh?)
Mr. He Ain't That, he ain't that and he ain't this (N***a)
Mr. Met By Chance, she just wanna suck my d**k (B*t*h, ayy)
I done smoked yo' whole advance, spent the rest at Saks Fifth
I got money, b*t*h, I'm lit and I drop hits (And I drop hits)
Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks (And my kicks, n***a)
She wan' f**k on me 'cause she know that I'm it (She know I’m it)
B*t*h, I'm the it factor
Bullеt hit his daddy in the head, now he a b*st*rd
I just f**kеd his b*t*h up on the Louis matress
I'm talkin' double C and double G on me, I'm active
I'm talkin' Perc' 30 on my a**, now I can't balance (Now I can’t balance)
I'm talkin' 'bout real Murda Worth sh*t, done made it global (B*t*h)
I'm on a king bed, used to shoot at all my locals (All my locals, n***a)
Now the bad b*t*hes on the 'Gram got me on they Roku (On they Roku)
I done got rich as f**k, spent three hunnid on soul food (On soul food)
That boy sad as hell, need to stick to rappin' on ProTools (On ProTools)
I be slidin' on all my opps, b*t*h, I'm a pro with the tool
I'm talkin' 'bout get, groovy, ayy
She wanna be in a sex movie
She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty
N***as be broke as hell and ain't sh*t they could say to me
I'm gettin' baked as hell on zaza, sippin' gooey
I done spent five racks in Louis
I done spent six hunnid on my toolie
She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie
And the C-4, three four cooling
And the MAC-10 came with a cooler
We know you broke, who you fooling?
Her a** fat, but this b*t*h a** fuller
He a pro mag puller, ayy
I done dropped up out that school, I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller)
If I catch that boy on lack, I shoot like hooper (Shoot like hooper)
Shoot like, hooper
Shoot like hooper, ayy
Shoot like, b*t*h, ayy, go
