I done had too many friends that diedSometimes I can't believe I'm still aliveShe told you I ain't had it, but she liedBoy, don't play with me, you know I'm friedBoy, don't play with me, you know I'm friedShe givin' blowjobs and I appliedShe said she starvin', order her some friesThen I ate the breast, then the thighsThen I gave the rest to the guysYou was typin' crazy out your mindThis is not a typo, we replyNow you spillin' Type-O, out your sideBoy, don't play with me, you know I'm—Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm friedPray on our enemies when we dineWe just hope the feds take a bribeOnly one gon' walk away when we collideTwenty thousand dollars, fuckin' mineTen bitches came with Dolla, they all dimesThey offered blowjobs and I appliedThey all starvin', order them some friesThen I lick the breast, then the thighsBitch, don't play with me, you know I'm—Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm friedOoh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lotFive percent the tint with no topThey love me in my city like I'm PacRemember when we used to window shop?Now I just whipped the Porsche to the mallsYe copped me the chain with the crossHad to throw some hundos in the washBaby, take a seat and take it offSo much ice on me, I can't defrostWhere them at that was sayin' I fell off?Boy, don't play with me, you know I—Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
🎤
DIFERENCIAL LETROU
Modo Palco
Fonte grande, rolagem automática e tela cheia para cantar ou estudar.
⌕
ENCONTRE OUTRA
Buscar uma música
Pesquise pelo título ou pelo artista.
◉
CENTRO DO CANTOR
Treine sua voz
Respiração, aquecimento, afinação e extensão vocal.
I done had too many friends that died
Sometimes I can't believe I'm still alive
She told you I ain't had it, but she lied
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
She givin' blowjobs and I applied
She said she starvin', order her some fries
Then I ate the breast, then the thighs
Then I gave the rest to the guys
You was typin' crazy out your mind
This is not a typo, we reply
Now you spillin' Type-O, out your side
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Pray on our enemies when we dine
We just hope the feds take a bribe
Only one gon' walk away when we collide
Twenty thousand dollars, fuckin' mine
Ten bitches came with Dolla, they all dimes
They offered blowjobs and I applied
They all starvin', order them some fries
Then I lick the breast, then the thighs
Bitch, don't play with me, you know I'm—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Ooh, swervin' in the Lamb' off the lot
Five percent the tint with no top
They love me in my city like I'm Pac
Remember when we used to window shop?
Now I just whipped the Porsche to the malls
Ye copped me the chain with the cross
Had to throw some hundos in the wash
Baby, take a seat and take it off
So much ice on me, I can't defrost
Where them at that was sayin' I fell off?
Boy, don't play with me, you know I—
Boy, don't play with me, you know I'm fried
Velocidade
SEU ESPAÇO
Meu repertório
Esta lista compartilhada também será salva automaticamente no repertório deste aparelho.
