musicas.mus.br

Letras de músicas - letra de música - letra da música - letras e cifras - letras traduzidas - letra traduzida - lyrics - paroles - lyric - canciones - WOA...! - YEAT - música e letra

Utilize o abecedário abaixo para abrir as páginas de letras dos artistas

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Woa...! letra


Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't fuck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my Glock, without my semi' (yeah)
Woah, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)

I got lots of money inside my bag
Got lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Whoa, I got cash
Who ask who poppin' now?

Whoa, why they tryna Jack my fuckin' sound?
Whoa, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Whoa, hah, we ain't pull up just to fuck around (phew)

Whoa, fuck the law, fuck your money
I got all them honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit
I got all types of money (all types, all types)

Every time I did, I just went: Eh (eh)
I ain't never gave a fuck
I just went: Ehh-ehh (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid)

All this shit is fuckin' tragic
Just went: Ehh (shh, shh, shh, shh, shh)
I just boot up just to crash
And just went: Ehh (ooh)

I know it's bad, I know I'm brash
I know I'm Ehh (ack)
I don't boast and I don't brag
That's why I'm here (huh, huh)

Whole lotta fuckin' money
Just to swim in it, yeah
I got deadly weapons
I got bullets in it (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom)

I got two garages
I got 12 in tinted (12, whoops)
I got four different houses
I don't know which one I'm at (huh, huh)

I just been revvin' this bitch
I just been runnin' this shit (huh)
Yeah, I just been fuckin' that bitch
Just been runnin' the street (what? What?)
Yeah, we gon' shoot up that bitch
Smoke 'em like Swisher Sweets (whoa, whoa)

Takin' a mo'fuckin' L?
Yeah, you a mo'fuckin' lame (yeah, ha-ha)
You claimin' to really act tough
Boy, you ain't in no gang (boy, say your name)
We can get you deceased
We can get you out of this place (stay in your lane)
Bitch, that Shmunk army
We all over the place (yeah)

Pullin' up inside a big truck, this a Bentley (woo)
I don't fuck with nobody, bitch, I'm not friendly (woo)
I don't leave the crib without my Glock, without my semi' (yeah)
Whoa, I don't leave without my Hemi (ooh)

I got lots of money inside my bag
Lots of cash on me (shh)
I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks at all (what?)
I got bucks, I got these bucks around (yeah)
Whoa, I got cash
Who ask who poppin' now?

Whoa, why they tryna Jack my fuckin' sound?
Whoa, I got too many flows, too many sounds
Whoa, hah, we ain't pull up just to fuck around (phew)

Whoa, fuck the law, fuck your money
I got all them honey bunnies (yeah)
I got every type of digit
I got all types of money (all types, all types)

Every time I did, I just went: Eh (eh)
I ain't never gave a fuck
I just went: Ehh-ehh (dulio, 力を貸して, woo, Lucid)

Yeat - Letras

top 30 músicas

©2003 - 2026 - musicas.mus.br