CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : LOOSE

B*t*hes gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two

They waitin' on it like they campin' out
Real sh*t that we campaign 'bout
Road to riches, on the champagne route
Golden rings for the champions (Damn)
Ayy, black and yellow diva (Yellow diva)
So you know I had to steal her (Had to steal her)
Pretty face with no concealer (No concealer)
Behind the scenes, I bet you never seen her (Nеver seen her)
I might pa** her off to Leela (Off to Leela)
Sh*t, I might pa** hеr off to Teeya (Woo)
They see us and they ease up
See us and they freeze up
Real talk, this ain't rappin' sh*t
Backstage I ain't dappin' sh*t (Damn, haha)
How they sendin' shots but ain't 'bouta dance?
I'm rappin' now, let me take my stance, pu**y (Whoa)

B*t*hes gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two (Yeah)

Whoa, lifestyle be unreal (Unreal)
Had to keep my neck on chill (On chill)
Diamonds in the pendant real (Real)
Diamonds, independent, motherf**k a deal (Deal)
Ayy, I be talkin' real sh*t when I'm standin' in the booth, hoe
Yeah, false accusations, so far from the truth, hoe
If I ain't over here then I'm back on the ground homie
They be tryna watch our moves
They be clockin' down the time homie
Talkin' all this real sh*t, freestyle, hold up (Hold up)
Had to bring it back, motherf**ker wait, hold up (Hold up)
I ain't really spittin', motherf**ker I just throw up
I be comin' from the B's, Westside on the glow up

B*t*hes gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two (Yeah)
I be thinkin' about me
Only think about me, I don't think about them
I know why they hatin' on me
I'm a independent n***a and I kill 'em with the pen
goatee
Could've been a politician but I'd rather be a G
They quote and they love my whole speech
That's a real rock tee, three hunnid a pop for that
Ain't seen my daughter, I been thinking 'bout revenge
Eighty-four or five Benz, that's Daddivelli and friends
Pop up on the scene, can't stop to talk to a fan
I be on a date, she in awe, I'm gettin' the jaw later
In there like a jawbreaker
It's hard for me to hate this job
In my mind I'm like an— (Ugh, sh*t)
In my mind I'm like an inch from God
I could pitch a flow, I could tear a clique apart
Give her stiff d**k, I could tear the clit apart
I can diss, I can destroy or make real art
I can be underground or be a popping star
I could—