CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 1-800-SMD
I'm a rockstar tryna f**k a p***star
And I keep a blade, like Sword Art Online
How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine"
Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline
At 1-800 suck a motherf**kin' d**k
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*t*h
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
If I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odell
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
Know I f**k with b*t*hes and money and that's it
You don't like the sh*t that I'm makin', then suck d**k
Cody Maverick, bunch of mothеrf**kers tryna ride up on my wave
Out thе way 'fore I slap a pu**y boy like Brad Pitt, sh*t
Momma raised her boy to be a pimp, pimp
Fur coat vibin' at the Ritz, Ritz
Good role model for the kids, kids
Willy went and made another hit
Last date that I had was a court date
I'm hard, you soft like sorbet
Not parfait, no foreplay
You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake
Who you think is next up? I'm better
I got drank in my cup, like Bender
That boy said that I suck, whatever
I got rich and switched up, Bruce Jenner
At 1-800 suck a motherf**kin' d**k
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*t*h
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
If I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odell
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
I don't like you, you, you
Hear the phone ring, ring, ring
Everything new, new, new
Lookin' like a king, king, king
Money stack tall, tall, tall
I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming
F**k it, we ball, ball, ball
I told that boy swing, swing, swing
I'm soundin' like hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter
Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter
On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter
I don't give a f**k, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter
You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door
And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it
That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home
And I sent him packin', if he yappin', tell him call up my phone
And I keep a blade, like Sword Art Online
How'd you get a sports car? "I don't know, it's not mine"
Any more questions? Please, hit my hotline
At 1-800 suck a motherf**kin' d**k
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*t*h
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
If I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odell
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
Know I f**k with b*t*hes and money and that's it
You don't like the sh*t that I'm makin', then suck d**k
Cody Maverick, bunch of mothеrf**kers tryna ride up on my wave
Out thе way 'fore I slap a pu**y boy like Brad Pitt, sh*t
Momma raised her boy to be a pimp, pimp
Fur coat vibin' at the Ritz, Ritz
Good role model for the kids, kids
Willy went and made another hit
Last date that I had was a court date
I'm hard, you soft like sorbet
Not parfait, no foreplay
You be lookin' sweet like a strawberry shortcake
Who you think is next up? I'm better
I got drank in my cup, like Bender
That boy said that I suck, whatever
I got rich and switched up, Bruce Jenner
At 1-800 suck a motherf**kin' d**k
Please, call me up, please, call me up
I'm young McLovin, got a super bad b*t*h
She want me, yeah, she want me, yeah
If I don't pick up, leave a voicemail
Rooftop chillin' at the hotel
Whole game on my back like Odell
Can't keep up, tell 'em, "Oh, well"
I don't like you, you, you
Hear the phone ring, ring, ring
Everything new, new, new
Lookin' like a king, king, king
Money stack tall, tall, tall
I'm talkin' Yao Ming, Ming, Ming
F**k it, we ball, ball, ball
I told that boy swing, swing, swing
I'm soundin' like hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter
Then I watch your brain splatter, splatter, brain splatter, splatter
On my way up like a ladder, no chitter-chatter
I don't give a f**k, it don't matter 'less it make my pockets fatter
You could hear the pitter-patter tappin', I'm at your door
And I'm attached with a piece of chrome, I'm just so happy to know it
That you were lackin' while my GPS was trackin' your home
And I sent him packin', if he yappin', tell him call up my phone
