CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Plenty*
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(Ayy, Slim with the sauce)
I was empty
I ran up the guap, ain't take century
Ask me do I got knots, I got plenty
This the the type of sh*t that leave 'em ranting (Ayy)
Get the bag then I do the race
All I wanna do is swerve out
I just left off the brand new lot
And I'm 'bout to do a burn out
Middle finger to the enemy
They ain't never been a friend of me
I was down bad, got the remedy
I'ma show a different type of energy (Woah)
Walk up on the stage
Feel the rage, I'm about to shake the place (Woah)
Real cold heart, got it tatted on my face
Knock it out the park, b*t*h I ain't tryna play it safe
What you rep, b*t*h, what's your gang?
What's your set and what's the name?
Oh, that's the family got it [?]
You step out of line and they put two shots in your brain
Sippin' purple rain, I swear b*t*h I can't feel the pain
I done hit the gas and drove this b*t*h right outta range
We sippin' codeine, it tastes like purple candy canes
I feel like I've been dreaming but I've been awake for days
That cocaina got her feeling so amazed
That cocaina got her feeling in her ways
She feelin' bad vibes so she started from the sage
I kicked her out my house because it's not that type of place, uh
What's up in your mental?
I get in her grill, I'm up in her denim
Drivin' foreign cars, b*t*h I own it, not a rental
Made this sh*t look easy but I swear it wasn't this simple
-me choking when I puff it
I was empty
I ran up the guap, ain't take century
Ask me do I got knots, I got plenty
This the the type of sh*t that leave 'em ranting (Ayy)
(Ayy, Slim with the sauce)
I was empty
I ran up the guap, ain't take century
Ask me do I got knots, I got plenty
This the the type of sh*t that leave 'em ranting (Ayy)
Get the bag then I do the race
All I wanna do is swerve out
I just left off the brand new lot
And I'm 'bout to do a burn out
Middle finger to the enemy
They ain't never been a friend of me
I was down bad, got the remedy
I'ma show a different type of energy (Woah)
Walk up on the stage
Feel the rage, I'm about to shake the place (Woah)
Real cold heart, got it tatted on my face
Knock it out the park, b*t*h I ain't tryna play it safe
What you rep, b*t*h, what's your gang?
What's your set and what's the name?
Oh, that's the family got it [?]
You step out of line and they put two shots in your brain
Sippin' purple rain, I swear b*t*h I can't feel the pain
I done hit the gas and drove this b*t*h right outta range
We sippin' codeine, it tastes like purple candy canes
I feel like I've been dreaming but I've been awake for days
That cocaina got her feeling so amazed
That cocaina got her feeling in her ways
She feelin' bad vibes so she started from the sage
I kicked her out my house because it's not that type of place, uh
What's up in your mental?
I get in her grill, I'm up in her denim
Drivin' foreign cars, b*t*h I own it, not a rental
Made this sh*t look easy but I swear it wasn't this simple
-me choking when I puff it
I was empty
I ran up the guap, ain't take century
Ask me do I got knots, I got plenty
This the the type of sh*t that leave 'em ranting (Ayy)
