CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : A Couple Dollas*
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Just did it
Just did it
Yeah yeah
Cormill
Yeah yeah
I might just do this sh*t for fun, fr fr
Real talk on this sh*t
Ayy, ayy
n***as be switchin' on they partners for a couple dollars
b*t*h we ain't talkin', if he want it, we gon' bring the drama
That's on my momma, we were ready when it's for the commas
My foreign b*t*h, she f**k me good, we eat at Benny Hondas
I came from nothin', try to take it, then you gotta kill me
She see my tats, and like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
I'm off the drink, I spilled the cup, my wood is full of sticky
She mixed the molly with the liquor, now she actin' silly
Say f**k a job, I'm with my n***as, wе gon' run it up
Don't give a f**k bout what you think, b*t*h we need all the bucks
That n***a lamе, look like a stain, I might just leave him stuck
I'm on the road, still layin' low, the cops be on my nuts
I poured a four inside my sprite and now I'm leanin' over
He got her drunk, that n***a mad because I f**ked her sober
I'm feelin' lucky, smokin' gas, this that four leaf clover
Yes you can suck me, then you leavin' you ain't stayin' over
n***as be hatin' from a distance cause they b*t*hes love it
How you gon talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
I'm cookin' up, that's why they mad, my sh*t fresh out the oven
Don't do no talkin', nor discussion, most these n***as bluffin'
I made my way, I'm on my way, now they all in my face
I work too hard, don't need no feature, look at my fanbase
These n***as plottin' gotta watch em, tryna build a case
She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste
f**k in Chanel, you can tell, she will never tell
Got Clientele, my sh*t ringin', money off the scale
Just did it
Just did it
Yeah yeah
Cormill
Yeah yeah
I might just do this sh*t for fun, fr fr
Real talk on this sh*t
Ayy, ayy
n***as be switchin' on they partners for a couple dollars
b*t*h we ain't talkin', if he want it, we gon' bring the drama
That's on my momma, we were ready when it's for the commas
My foreign b*t*h, she f**k me good, we eat at Benny Hondas
I came from nothin', try to take it, then you gotta kill me
She see my tats, and like my hair, I think she wanna feel me
I'm off the drink, I spilled the cup, my wood is full of sticky
She mixed the molly with the liquor, now she actin' silly
Say f**k a job, I'm with my n***as, wе gon' run it up
Don't give a f**k bout what you think, b*t*h we need all the bucks
That n***a lamе, look like a stain, I might just leave him stuck
I'm on the road, still layin' low, the cops be on my nuts
I poured a four inside my sprite and now I'm leanin' over
He got her drunk, that n***a mad because I f**ked her sober
I'm feelin' lucky, smokin' gas, this that four leaf clover
Yes you can suck me, then you leavin' you ain't stayin' over
n***as be hatin' from a distance cause they b*t*hes love it
How you gon talk on twitter but try be my friend in public?
I'm cookin' up, that's why they mad, my sh*t fresh out the oven
Don't do no talkin', nor discussion, most these n***as bluffin'
I made my way, I'm on my way, now they all in my face
I work too hard, don't need no feature, look at my fanbase
These n***as plottin' gotta watch em, tryna build a case
She like the finer things, designer jeans around her waste
f**k in Chanel, you can tell, she will never tell
Got Clientele, my sh*t ringin', money off the scale
