CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Blame By Me
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Five boys, playin' in the sunset
Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept
A secret
My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl
Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes
Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime
And it's hot outside
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on-
Wicked city to live inside
Twisted visions sittin' courtside
Livin' off a pack of cigarettes
And the warm water and a stolen ride
Wearin' number 9, Japanese denim
Beneath my knees sittin'
Is a white girl who don't pray for niggas
And boy oh boy, I'm just a boy
And all my problems all be sins
If I die in this Maybach
Tell all my homies I die rich
I died rich
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Five boys, playin' in the sunset
Translucent intention, I keep my smile kept
A secret
My denim overalls hug my waist like an ex-girl
Shirt wrinkled up like an empty bag of cigarettes
Carbon copy, I promise baby, this is the summertime
And it's hot outside
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
Please, swing on me first, my nigga, swing on-
Wicked city to live inside
Twisted visions sittin' courtside
Livin' off a pack of cigarettes
And the warm water and a stolen ride
Wearin' number 9, Japanese denim
Beneath my knees sittin'
Is a white girl who don't pray for niggas
And boy oh boy, I'm just a boy
And all my problems all be sins
If I die in this Maybach
Tell all my homies I die rich
I died rich
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
Si te vienen a contar
Cositas malas de mi
Manda todos a volar
Y diles que yo no fui
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
I'll hit a nigga real quick
I ain't the one to play with
6' 1", nigga, and I'm dangerous
See, you, later
I'm on some real shit
Don't f*ck with my paper
I be on some kill shit
You don't want that fade
