CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Mean

Don’t get to close to me when I’m off the acid
Yayo on the table, and some blunt ashes
You can see my eyes I be high behind the gla**es
I’m sorry I was late I was stuck in traffic
I just mixed my pills with a fruit salad
He talk sh*t 'bout my school then he got blasted
I was pa**ing blunts during all my cla**es
Push my f**king Porsche without my seatbelt fastened
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

F**k a clique, uh, b*t*h I’m alone
Run it solo uh in my polo
Making bands, uh, with a microphone
Clip so large I don’t gotta reload, uh
Who is he? Uh, that boy unknown
In the jet, I’m switching turn zones
In the room, uh, we might overdose
Push them out the way if thеy ask for a photo
Oh, oh