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Letra : Gatorade

Woah, Kenny

I came to put numbers on they back and throw my Gatorade
Can't complain, I'm on the run
You felt betrayed, I wonder why?
Lets stuff a truck and make a play
A day parade, a cake parade

It may look like a suicide b*t*h but known I'm back to the murder
I gotta bleed it and get my cut like the surgeon
I never need ya but when I ball up I miss you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forever sleezy, they know I'm rollin round right with ya

(And I'm out, and I'm out)
(right dead-right dead at ya dome fool, foolish ass, jealous ass n***as know they ain't)
Ay!
(And I'm out, and I'm out)
(right dead-right dead at ya dome-dome fool, foolish ass, jealous ass n***as know thеy ain't)
Ay!

Slide for the re-up, I just put thе, pies in the Prius
At the light might see me gone
At the time might see me poppin'
On the back road with my b*t*h
And I like they see that shawty, know I got it
Can you burn that sh*t to Devil
Diamonds feelin' louder
Yeah you got me gleamin', yeah you got me baby
Can you swang it over here, bring it to the south
But I can come and get you yeah, I can come and get you yeah