CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : All of Em
(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
Rockstar chick
Goth b*t*h, big t**s
She got suicidal wrists
Rollie band on my wrist
Holographic wrist, call it psychedelic trip
Bad at texting back, baby, I can't even help it
Be busy getting these racks, when I'm done, it ain't no telling
I don't know when I'll be back, every day, gotta run a few errands
Phew, phew, matter of fact, here, go and get your hair did
Take your friend with you too, go and talk sh*t
Ain't mad, never that, I ball big
Phew, phew, who the hell y'all think paid for all of this?
Buy it out like f**k what the cost is
I'm a boss n***a, need me a boss b*t*h
Yeah, yeah, foreign broad, no Keisha, no Karen
I don't even like hoes who American
Fauni all-star varsity letterman
Yeah, yeah, silly bih' kind of b*t*h, you no better than
Funny how these b*t*hes be best friends
I don't judge, just bullsh*t all of them
Phew, yeah, peep sh*t, differentiate all of them
Just f**k these b*t*hes, don't follow them
I'll probably get money with all of them
She bad (All of them), she bad (All of them, all of them, all of them)
She bad (All of them), she bad (All of them, all of them, all of them)
I f**k (All of them), I f**k (All of them, all of them, all of them)
F**k (All of them), f**k (All of them, all of them, all of them)
(All of them), get, get (All of them, all of them, all of them)
Bag, bag (All of them), bag, bag (All of them, all of them, all of them)
Razor gon' pierce like septum
I want all denim jean jacket
Paramount b*t*h, no pa**ion
Clean my step, my status
Wish a n***a would, get maggots
Graveyard kid, get caught in a casket
Braveheart sh*t, drip so I need taxing
Press the whistle, call in a cab, yeah
Noodle rot, Xan', Xan'
Blew too hot, damn fan
Chopsticks turn me to the Chan man
She jacking the heat
Rush hour to the cocaine
Like gunpowder, she gon' ho the team
I hit a bad b*t*h, she gon' choke on a bean
Like come come grab it
She gon' swallow my seeds like sunflower
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Okay, Embasin)
Rockstar chick
Goth b*t*h, big t**s
She got suicidal wrists
Rollie band on my wrist
Holographic wrist, call it psychedelic trip
Bad at texting back, baby, I can't even help it
Be busy getting these racks, when I'm done, it ain't no telling
I don't know when I'll be back, every day, gotta run a few errands
Phew, phew, matter of fact, here, go and get your hair did
Take your friend with you too, go and talk sh*t
Ain't mad, never that, I ball big
Phew, phew, who the hell y'all think paid for all of this?
Buy it out like f**k what the cost is
I'm a boss n***a, need me a boss b*t*h
Yeah, yeah, foreign broad, no Keisha, no Karen
I don't even like hoes who American
Fauni all-star varsity letterman
Yeah, yeah, silly bih' kind of b*t*h, you no better than
Funny how these b*t*hes be best friends
I don't judge, just bullsh*t all of them
Phew, yeah, peep sh*t, differentiate all of them
Just f**k these b*t*hes, don't follow them
I'll probably get money with all of them
She bad (All of them), she bad (All of them, all of them, all of them)
She bad (All of them), she bad (All of them, all of them, all of them)
I f**k (All of them), I f**k (All of them, all of them, all of them)
F**k (All of them), f**k (All of them, all of them, all of them)
(All of them), get, get (All of them, all of them, all of them)
Bag, bag (All of them), bag, bag (All of them, all of them, all of them)
Razor gon' pierce like septum
I want all denim jean jacket
Paramount b*t*h, no pa**ion
Clean my step, my status
Wish a n***a would, get maggots
Graveyard kid, get caught in a casket
Braveheart sh*t, drip so I need taxing
Press the whistle, call in a cab, yeah
Noodle rot, Xan', Xan'
Blew too hot, damn fan
Chopsticks turn me to the Chan man
She jacking the heat
Rush hour to the cocaine
Like gunpowder, she gon' ho the team
I hit a bad b*t*h, she gon' choke on a bean
Like come come grab it
She gon' swallow my seeds like sunflower
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
