CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mulligan / Shooting LIVE
We need a mulligan on hole one, that's a rough start
A bad cat he drop a bag and f**k your clubs up
We need a mulligan on hole one, that's a rough start
A bad cat he drop a bag and f**k your clubs up
We ghost synthin, the poles tempting stick the toe tip in
Dove-dipped in hoes thinking that they won't get the message
Or in the past that they missed it, now they sour like a lemon
Then the roads twist and you're the very first lemming
Own worst enemy, ghost synthing in the whip and
You just rode off a cliff and we overload nutrition
No need to bloat what isn't
I don't even boast, I'm pimping
I don't simp, I'm like O.J. Simpson
I got fingers glowing, she wanna see her grand finish
Oh, I mean grand finale, triple threat pivot off the oop like alley
And I got buzz like Ali, talk sh*t like boppey
Dumb b*t*h don't you compute
Yeah b*t*h I'm P.C., I'll be the mac for you, all on your face hehe
Wipe it off with your shirt, then you'll be even more pretty
If you gotta go don't worry I hear it's gorgeous streets
She reach out like E.T
That's one way like T.V
My love life like Riri
Umbrella stuck by lightning
Them cc's control v, I control, alt., delete
Then I feel so complete, I don't know, don't ask me
The guy swinging from the chandelier
Probably doesn't have any answers here
When he fly across the room onto the
Fireplace wall with the antler pair
Everybody hands in the air, I guarantee I can make ya dance
He running man til he f**king can't
I jump off the stage into the stands
I thought I'd be caught by a dozen hands
They reached out and I wasn't there
You keep shooting out their eyes, geez Louise
Who just keeps looting all my lives
But I still got nine, nah
I ain't got one, cause I used it up
Just tryna cross me the street
Yeah I just got me a beat
I'm freestyling
Yeah I free style in
Chinese like Ni Hao
Then I'm gonna peace out
Yeah I check y'all beats out
A bad cat he drop a bag and f**k your clubs up
We need a mulligan on hole one, that's a rough start
A bad cat he drop a bag and f**k your clubs up
We ghost synthin, the poles tempting stick the toe tip in
Dove-dipped in hoes thinking that they won't get the message
Or in the past that they missed it, now they sour like a lemon
Then the roads twist and you're the very first lemming
Own worst enemy, ghost synthing in the whip and
You just rode off a cliff and we overload nutrition
No need to bloat what isn't
I don't even boast, I'm pimping
I don't simp, I'm like O.J. Simpson
I got fingers glowing, she wanna see her grand finish
Oh, I mean grand finale, triple threat pivot off the oop like alley
And I got buzz like Ali, talk sh*t like boppey
Dumb b*t*h don't you compute
Yeah b*t*h I'm P.C., I'll be the mac for you, all on your face hehe
Wipe it off with your shirt, then you'll be even more pretty
If you gotta go don't worry I hear it's gorgeous streets
She reach out like E.T
That's one way like T.V
My love life like Riri
Umbrella stuck by lightning
Them cc's control v, I control, alt., delete
Then I feel so complete, I don't know, don't ask me
The guy swinging from the chandelier
Probably doesn't have any answers here
When he fly across the room onto the
Fireplace wall with the antler pair
Everybody hands in the air, I guarantee I can make ya dance
He running man til he f**king can't
I jump off the stage into the stands
I thought I'd be caught by a dozen hands
They reached out and I wasn't there
You keep shooting out their eyes, geez Louise
Who just keeps looting all my lives
But I still got nine, nah
I ain't got one, cause I used it up
Just tryna cross me the street
Yeah I just got me a beat
I'm freestyling
Yeah I free style in
Chinese like Ni Hao
Then I'm gonna peace out
Yeah I check y'all beats out
