CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : SCAM LIKELY
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
That bitch ain't no vegan, man, that bitch was eating turkey
Ain't text me on my birthday, that bitch damn near hurt me
I was all on my rapper shit, phones and the trapper key
Broads speaking Japanese handin' me my car keys
Then she wanna hit me, like Jim Jones G-up
Get phones and re-up, boy you oughta T up
It's a whole lot of stories and lies I could predict
See I'm a damn near a psychic when it come to this shit
I was mindin' my own, business drinkin' white wine
I get a text say "Nigga, I'm outside"
I get a fit, I gotta flex
She say she got a few things to get off of her chest
And I'ma let her, that ass puttin' dents in the leather seats
Dents like a letter B sex with celebrities
Would always excite her but she need to be flewed out
Red Porsche Spyder, that shit used to be blue'd out
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt off, my shirt say "Bergdorf"
Before I could get a word off she turned her phone alert off
And start touching on my zipper like she Blueface
And went and got her car detailed at a new place
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
That's my problem with you niggas, you don't tell 'em like it is
I know that you's a trick, she got you babysitting her kids
She got three baby daddies (Gon' love them kids like they his)
Uh, yeah, couldn't be me
Not the kids but the mattress dog, I couldn't let it happen dog
And I might be boujie for that
It's just levels to this shit and I know where I'm at
When I had to eat noodles, I ain't even eating noodles
Couldn't rock Top Ramen, had to know what to cook
So I remixed the pot 'til it looked like pasta
Big wheels on the shredded cheese in my wallet
Now it's black rims from the mags on the Dyno
I gotta think big my nigga, 'cause I'm a giant
Oh, one more thing
Yeah, and you better start trippin' on niggas or they'll try you
[Outro]
WTMF
What The Mother Fuck FM
Blazing hip-hop and R&B hits from the 90's and the 3000's
WTMF
What The Mother Fuck FM
Not your grandparents' trap music
That bitch ain't no vegan, man, that bitch was eating turkey
Ain't text me on my birthday, that bitch damn near hurt me
I was all on my rapper shit, phones and the trapper key
Broads speaking Japanese handin' me my car keys
Then she wanna hit me, like Jim Jones G-up
Get phones and re-up, boy you oughta T up
It's a whole lot of stories and lies I could predict
See I'm a damn near a psychic when it come to this shit
I was mindin' my own, business drinkin' white wine
I get a text say "Nigga, I'm outside"
I get a fit, I gotta flex
She say she got a few things to get off of her chest
And I'ma let her, that ass puttin' dents in the leather seats
Dents like a letter B sex with celebrities
Would always excite her but she need to be flewed out
Red Porsche Spyder, that shit used to be blue'd out
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt off, my shirt say "Bergdorf"
Before I could get a word off she turned her phone alert off
And start touching on my zipper like she Blueface
And went and got her car detailed at a new place
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
That's my problem with you niggas, you don't tell 'em like it is
I know that you's a trick, she got you babysitting her kids
She got three baby daddies (Gon' love them kids like they his)
Uh, yeah, couldn't be me
Not the kids but the mattress dog, I couldn't let it happen dog
And I might be boujie for that
It's just levels to this shit and I know where I'm at
When I had to eat noodles, I ain't even eating noodles
Couldn't rock Top Ramen, had to know what to cook
So I remixed the pot 'til it looked like pasta
Big wheels on the shredded cheese in my wallet
Now it's black rims from the mags on the Dyno
I gotta think big my nigga, 'cause I'm a giant
Oh, one more thing
Yeah, and you better start trippin' on niggas or they'll try you
[Outro]
WTMF
What The Mother Fuck FM
Blazing hip-hop and R&B hits from the 90's and the 3000's
WTMF
What The Mother Fuck FM
Not your grandparents' trap music
