CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : SAITAMA
(Chorus)
I turn from zero to hero
Pull up with a blade, got me feeling like Jero, mh, aye
zero, enemy streets, got me feelin like dinero, mh
I’m finna rise my commas
I hate lil rappers that don’t like that trauma, mh, aye
Spittin’ like llamas
Pull up on em, one punch like Saitama, mh, aye
(Verse)
[?], I just got the bag, I put it on my momma, aye
You talk, you talk ra ra
It’s all about the drop like a bomb, Osama
I- I- I finna quit that, feel like Big Shaq
I posted up in the pound, it’s a mismatch
I- I ain’t Riff Raff, who made me famous
Blow up if I get that, I don’t get that
You need to get back
Matter of fact, you need a tic-tac, damn
I finna sit back, look at her face while I hit that, damn
She ran but I’m missin her call
I’m skipping my class, you were skipping the hoes
And shawty like, (gasp) the d**k is too tall
She give me brain, the lil hoe a professor
Lil shawty know how to do tricks with the throat
Shawty be mixin it all in her problems
Smoke pots and [?]
You can decide
I took the rocket and shot it, no bricks with the ball, edify
I let it fly like a plane, you the same as these rappers
You [?] their claim but you not
Is this ain’t how you playin, you fake [?] a rapper but you on my team you a bi
Chorus)
I turn from zero to hero
Pull up with a blade, got me feeling like Jero, mh, aye
zero, enemy streets, got me feelin like dinero, mh
I’m finna rise my commas
I hate lil rappers that don’t like that trauma, mh, aye
Spittin’ like llamas
Pull up on em, one punch like Saitama, mh
I turn from zero to hero
Pull up with a blade, got me feeling like Jero, mh, aye
zero, enemy streets, got me feelin like dinero, mh
I’m finna rise my commas
I hate lil rappers that don’t like that trauma, mh, aye
Spittin’ like llamas
Pull up on em, one punch like Saitama, mh, aye
(Verse)
[?], I just got the bag, I put it on my momma, aye
You talk, you talk ra ra
It’s all about the drop like a bomb, Osama
I- I- I finna quit that, feel like Big Shaq
I posted up in the pound, it’s a mismatch
I- I ain’t Riff Raff, who made me famous
Blow up if I get that, I don’t get that
You need to get back
Matter of fact, you need a tic-tac, damn
I finna sit back, look at her face while I hit that, damn
She ran but I’m missin her call
I’m skipping my class, you were skipping the hoes
And shawty like, (gasp) the d**k is too tall
She give me brain, the lil hoe a professor
Lil shawty know how to do tricks with the throat
Shawty be mixin it all in her problems
Smoke pots and [?]
You can decide
I took the rocket and shot it, no bricks with the ball, edify
I let it fly like a plane, you the same as these rappers
You [?] their claim but you not
Is this ain’t how you playin, you fake [?] a rapper but you on my team you a bi
Chorus)
I turn from zero to hero
Pull up with a blade, got me feeling like Jero, mh, aye
zero, enemy streets, got me feelin like dinero, mh
I’m finna rise my commas
I hate lil rappers that don’t like that trauma, mh, aye
Spittin’ like llamas
Pull up on em, one punch like Saitama, mh
