Corrección Letra Hey There Delilah (Nephew 2) par Smokepurpp

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Hey-hey there Delilah, b*t*h, I'm in your city (Hey there Delilah)
AR hold a 100, on this b*t*h, I put some titties (Titties)
Hey there Delilah, I'm like 10 blocks down (10 blocks down)
Heard he got that blow, then my n***as gun him down
Huh?
Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah (Huh?)
b*t*h

Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me
n***a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow)
Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no drama
Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit)
Payment on my Gucci, eatin' this b*t*h, no toolie
Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr)
My old hoеs, they barrow, I'm f**kin' on a model
I'ma paint her facе like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle, ooh)

Neighbor such a nympho (Yeah), sippin' on Wockesha (Huh?)
She got no visa (What?), she came from Argentina (Brr)
Shoot you on a Uber (What?), put her in the first scooter (Aye)
She's a cougar (Yeah), heard she work at Hooters (Ooh)
Brand new Aventador, [?] (What?)
I be trappin' in the bando, Bobby Brown (Aye-aye)
A n***a lookin' at me crazy, gun him down (Pow)
She didn't shower so I kicked her out my house (Woo-woo)
b*t*h, I'm shiesty, on my mama, on my house (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Put that stick up, put the strippers on the couch
I'ma dump her up...

Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me
n***a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow)
Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no drama
Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit)
Payment on my Gucci, eatin' this b*t*h, no toolie
Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr)
My old hoes, they barrow, I'm f**kin' on a model
I'ma paint her face like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle)

My choppa drive to Miami, we pull up and give 'em tummy tops (Bih)
All this syrup on me, I think I just f**ked my kidney, [?]
She gon' ride my d**k without hydraulics in the Maybach truck (On God)
b*t*h, you disrespectful if you suck me and don't swallow nut (Swallow)
Hey-hey there Delilah, b*t*h, I'm in your city (Hey there Delilah)
AR hold a 100, on this b*t*h, I put some titties (Titties)
Hey there Delilah, I'm like 10 blocks down (10 blocks down)
Heard he got that blow, then my n***as gun him down (Blit)
Lay him on the farm, shh, don't make a sound (Blit)
AP on my wrist and it's worth 300 pounds (Yeah)
n***a's talkin' crazy, I'ma pop up at your spot
Pop out with a Glock (Glock), then I walk him down (Then I walk him)
I ain't finna top some when I wake up
Finger on the trigger, pack it up with you (Pow, pow)
She gon' eat the d**k, the last supper
b*t*h, I'm at your door, [?] in a summer (Yeah)

Snuck in with the blicky, gang, they done came with me
n***a test me, I'ma let off 50 (Grr, pow)
Smoke him like some zaza, he don't want no drama
Pull up to his doorstep with that drummer (Blit, blit)
Payment on my Gucci, eatin' this b*t*h, no toolie
Choppa on me, it came with a cool kit (Brr)
My old hoes, they barrow, I'm f**kin' on a model
I'ma paint her face like I'm Picasso (Ooh, Doodle)

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