corrija a letra Letra One Good Year por BlueBucksClan

Retornar

Letra

BucksClan, we the ones that's in first, n***a (We in first, Ten11)
It's gon' cost an arm and leg for a verse, n***a (Arm and leg, ayo, stop playin' with 'em, Mook, drop that sh*t)
How the f**k we won the game in the first inning? (How the f**k we won the game?)
Catchin' plays every night, I don't sit games (I don't sit)
Yeah, I call your b*t*h my baby, that's her nickname (That's her nickname)
Good b*t*h, body cold, check my b*t*h frame (Check my b*t*h frame)
Cracked a b*t*h at the party and my b*t*h came (My b*t*h was with me)
V12, it sound raggedy when I switch lanes

I'm the reason your b*t*h usin' all her sick days (Yeah, that's mе)
Told her if she suck it good, get hеr rent paid (Yeah, I got her)
Like a mean coach, gave that b*t*h the wrong number (Cold)
f**kin' up these bands like a bad drummer (f**k it up)
Freak b*t*h, she gon' treat me like a cuc*mber (Goddamn)
I just made a hundred thou', that's a bad summer (Bad summer)
Dream Doll, you the only one I'll lay under (On my mama)
Actin' like my phone broke, I can't save numbers (I can't do it)
Ran into your b*t*h, yeah, I had to hit her whole bumper (Goddamn)
n***a had one good year, n***as Jay Cutler (n***as weak)

Yeah, you made one good play, n***as Malcolm Butler (Malcolm Butler)
Why these broke-ass n***as doin' all that loud talkin'? (Broke-ass n***as)
Yeah, you had one good year, n***as Miles Austin (Miles Austin)
Pradas big as f**k on my feet, got me proud walkin' (Yeah, I'm proud)
No dinner, 'member starvin' 'til I dosed off (I was starvin')
On the floor cold, don't turn the stove off (I was cold)
Now n***as pointin' at my feet, how much those cost? (What is those?)
Told her I just want some top, why your clothes off? (Where your clothes?)
Saks Fifth, I'm well known, I don't know Ross (I don't know Ross)

Suck it good, damn, she finna make my toes cross (Let me see that last one, damn)
Don't play with me, play with your b*t*h, feel like Young Dolph (Lil' n***a)
Took her home, yeah, she tryna rip my Chrome off (Goddamn)
My b*t*h got a lotta ass, she got a cold walk (Lotta ass)
I don't feel like spittin' game, how much the dome cost? (Yeah, how much)
Got the winnin' lotto ticket, b*t*h, I'm Shad Moss (Shad Moss)
Feel like Emerald, you got served, I'm a big boss (Big boss)
Herschel Walker, got the top, then I spinned off

Stop bringin' up these hoes that I sent off (Stop bringin' up these hoes)
Lame-ass loud b*t*hes, make 'em get lost (Get lost)
V12, pipes screamin' when I peel off (When I peel off)
GG brung a batch of b*t*hes, yeah, let's switch off (Yeah, let's switch)
Ayy, that's your n***a? He a lame, he look like a loser (n***a lame as f**k)
Bad b*t*hes on my top five, Mel Kiper Jr (Mel Kiper)
Thankin' God every time that bag touch, hallelujah (Thank God)

Argue with your b*t*h, I'm the reason why y'all get into it (Yeah, that's me)
n***a said he could've hit my b*t*h, why you didn't do it? (n***as weird)
Know I hit her friend, when she ask, I be actin' stupid (I don't know)
n***a, quit rappin', it ain't workin', why you stickin' to it? (n***as weak)
VVS diamonds hittin' hard, feel like Lennox Lewis (Lennox Lewis)

Really shouldn't hit his b*t*h, but I'm finna do it (I'm finna do it)
AMG with no license and they won't renew it (AMG)
f**k it, park it in the red, I ain't finna move it (I ain't movin')
She keep poppin' it on Twitter, finna make her prove it (Make her prove it)

vídeo de música

Seu nome será publicado. Deixe os campos em branco para permanecer anônimo.