Testo Let the Girls Slay - SoFaygo
Testo della canzone Let the Girls Slay (SoFaygo), tratta dall'album Angelic 7
(We ever gon' get a Slay and Faygo collab?)
(Fuck no)
(Fuck no)
(Brree) I'm startin' to think that this lil' nigga gay
(Brree, bah, brree)
Now, why this lil' nigga keep sayin' my name?
Hell nah, fuck that fuckin' Slay
I'll beat your ho' back in broad day (yeah)
Boy, you got robbed, called the cops on Jay
Boy, you gon' make me put that heat to your face (brree)
I be with the real street niggas, yeah (bitch)
He better stay in his place (do it)
If you ain't got a gangster bone in your body
If you really with it then let's make it shake (skrrt)
Lil' boy, you a junkie
Said, lil' boy you a junkie (brree)
We up that stick on this light-skin monkey
Bet his ass won't say nothing (yeah)
Know we gon' fuck that ho' that you cuffin'
Pull up on me? Lil' boy, why is you bluffin' (do it)
That lil' chain you got on, you better tuck it (do it)
And you do not want a problem, nigga, trust me (do it)
And if you gon' shoot then blow, what you clutchin'? (Yeah)
Don't say you 'bout it, nigga (yeah)
All of my bitches slay, I'm pimpin'
All of y'all niggas slay, y'all sissy
Instagram flex sayin' you gon' kill me (brrat)
Boy, you ain't gon' whack shit
You ain't even get your shit back, bitch
And you got your ass beat by a white boy
You'll get whacked playin' with these black kids
No, I don't wanna have to do it to him
(Nigga, wait, Faygo, nigga, wait, huh)
I don't wanna have to do it to him
(Nigga, Faygo, don't do it to him, no)
(We ever gon' get a Slay and Faygo collab?)
(Fuck no)
Boy, fuck that feature
Do this shit on my own, I don't need it
Niggas see me goin' up, that's why he heated (yeah)
Nigga, we ain't ever gonna be even (yeah, yeah)
We gon' punish that lil' nigga for treason
We gon' hurt him, I know he not a reason (brree)
Lil Summrs mad that it ain't his season
Say it with your chest, lil' boy, quit sneakin'
Poppin' them Percs got your ass tweakin' (skrrt)
Why you always tryna talk it out? (Brree)
If you 'bout it, nigga, walk it out
Now, the young niggas poppin' out
You think you 'bout it 'cause you got a lil' clout
But when ya take it, nigga, watch your mouth (grrah)
Fuck that fuckin' Slay
I'll beat your ho back in broad day (yeah)
Boy, you got robbed, called the cops on Jay
Boy, you gon' make me put that heat to your face (brree)
I be with the real street niggas, yeah (bitch)
He better stay in his place (do it)
If you ain't got a gangster bone in your body
If you really with it, then let's make it shake (skrrt)
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Justin Sharpe, Andre Dontrel Burt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.