Corrección Letra give up par Sybyr

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DISASTER CLUB
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Hahaha)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy

I might just give up, I might just give up
I might just give up, I might just give up
Yeah, I'm feelin' down, yeah, I'm coming up
Number (N)ine jeans, all-black on my heart
Tears roll down my face, sh*t hit way too hard
I might just give up, I might just give up
Yeah, I'm feelin' down, but I'm coming up
Yeah, I'm sick, b*t*hes, I'm a rockstar
I'm a pop star, I'm a punk star
Swervin' down the highway, like it's NASCAR
In the fast car, in the Jaguar
All my [?], you are my only
Move undercover, cover my eyes
I might just give up, I might just give up (Ming)
I might just give up (Yell out, ming), I might just... (Yuh, ming)

b*t*h is super thick (Ming), ridin' on d**k (Bing)
I'ma eat her ass (Bing), make her pu**y twitch (Bing)
Losin' all my bands (f**k), I'm like "What the f**k?" (f**k)
Get the dollars up (f**k), and she top me, ugh (What?)
What a stank b*t*h (b*t*h), yeah, she like the d**k (d**k)
Pull a hat trick, wack 'em with a f**kin' stick (Pow)
We can't play that note (Yuh), f**kin' lose ya nose (Blah)
You know how it go (Blah), princess ho (Woah)
And I love it, why you tryna f**k, b*t*h? (Ming)
Cut the check, bih, we are finna f**k sh*t (Ming)
I'm on that sh*t, still up on that pad, sh*t (Ming)
Goin' batsh*t, throwin' on yo mattress (Ming)
Actress, I'ma f**k a actress (Yuh, ming)
Taxes, double on the taxes

They talk too much, don't frighten me
A couple thousand, I ain't thinkin', I'm controllin'
All eyes on me like I'm trollin'
Got a picture taken, dirty trouble in a O-ring
They don't like the fact that I'll be runnin' things
Move faster, it's comin' for your brain
I'm a weirdo? Say something I didn't know
Baby, I'm physical, my baby too rational
I should just give up, I should just give up
I should just give up, I should just give up
You were right, you were right, I should give it up
You were right, you were right, I should give it up
n***a, yo' clique rolling in sh*t
You were right about me, and I should give it up
Baby, reality check
You were right about me, and I should give it up

I might just give up, I might just give up
b*t*h, you actin' like you know me
But, you don't know none
Tears on my shirt, demons in the ash
b*t*h, I got my weed, but I ain't gettin' [staph ?]
Yeah, in love, yeah-yeah
You can get it now, these n***as act way too phony
Aim at a bih with a loaded, rap on any game, like Sony
Your b*t*h, she be my trophy, depressed, you junk, uh, sonny
Shootin' that sh*t like Kobe, her shoes look lil' bit phony
Livin' life like Zack and Cody, the hoes you with too dopey
Ayy, and stop cappin' on my line, nearly twenty-two but I feel like [?]
I'm a failure, I ain't got no time
Lil' b*t*h, yes you right, I ain't gon' last, yeah

I might just give up, I might do a shotty
I want all the diamonds, 30K's, expensive cars
I might just give up, a couple of racks a day
Spend it then flip it
Then bring it right back to my n***as who come with the casualties
A couple of tracks, a couple of bad b*t*hes
A couple of rents to pay
A couple of racks to flip as soon as they come with the pass and tax today
Wait, watch how I change the pace
Ayy, watch how they notice I'm out in designer
Gon' coppin' a Wraith today
Watchin' the grin on they face today
Ayy, I might just give up, on my own time
Causin' a ruckus, dancin' like diamonds
Dressed in Number (N)ine, yeah, wait
I might just give up, askin' me about it
I might just give up, yeah, wait (I might just give up)
I might just give up (Yeah)
I might, I might, I might

They say "shy, you really zooted now"
They say "shy, you need to take him out"
They say "shy, you need to count your bucks"
I say "Baby, I don't give a f**k"
Shimmy-shimmy, cocoa pop, I think I like it
I got an iced wrist, my face is priceless
When I come through in that Dodge, I got ice, b*t*h
Since when did I care what the price is?
[BAPE X Balenciaga ?], b*t*h, I got those
You don't know what we be on, yeah, I thought so
They don't speak our language, you might have to talk slow
Why you asking questions like we on a talk show?
Ran through the team but you ain't down for bro
Put shame to my name? I'ma have to go ghost
I'ma just give up, but the whole gang knows
I'ma die with the chain and some gold in my nose

I might just give in, I might just give up
'Cause I'm feelin' down, though I'm comin' up
Light pounds up in the trunk, but this weight is not no drugs
So I'ma dip, the f**k? The f**k does shawty want?
The lean, it got me slump, and we're so f**kin' stuck
So, I might just give in, or will I just give up?
Or I'll just run 'em up
These checks, I'm runnin' up
Until the day I win, or I'm so f**kin' done
'Cause I'm a middleman, like, where the f**k's the plug?
Then I'm just chargin' up
I'ma do the dash so I can lap these chumps
'Cause I'm still in last, I'm chillin' in the front
Please, just show some love
Before I just give in
Yeah, I'ma just give up
Yeah, I'ma just give in
Yeah, I'ma just give up

She gon' give it all, yeah, only wanna f**k me
She gon' hit my line if she know what's up
Babe, you talk too much, you don't speak enough
Maybe, that's part of the problem, maybe, I shouldn't f**k
And I ain't counting your say, silent, go sleep
Gold on my neck and my wrist
And your girlfriend is touching my lil' piece
Hittin' the foreign, snowing
Switch that drum, on my new sh*t
Switch that drum, on my new sh*t
Switch that drum, on my new sh*t
You just get up, spazzin', in my n***a's way
Let my n***as run, babe, babe

I just wanna flex, I just wanna flex
Runnin' up the check, runnin' up the check
S-U-P my jeans, Margiela on my tee
I be rockin' Ricks, sh*t ain't good for me
I just wanna flex, I just wanna flex
Margiela on my chest, Acne on my jeans
Runnin' up the check, yeah, I'm with my team
Yeah, I'm with my team, and I'm with my team

Dreams, yeah, beans, yeah
Rollin, tryna cream, yeah
Schemes, yeah, gang, shawty know what I mean
When it rains it's always pourin'
Fill my double cup, I'm gon' be gettin' all the foreigns
I'ma just give up, man, I'm smokin' gas, it's really gas
'Cause I don't give a f**k
I said, I'm smokin' gas, I'm really gassed
'Cause I don't give a f**k
'Cause you know I really do this
Shawty bad, sippin' syrup
But she really clueless, uh, uh, uh, stupid b*t*h

I might just give up, tears drop from the sky
Sittin' in the rain, sometimes I wanna die
n***a [?] every single time
My heart is broken up, and I just wanna cry
I don't really care, while I'm still living here
Because I hate this place, rather go anywhere
I might just give up, 'cause I don't give a f**k
No, I can't give a f**k, my life is just f**ked

I be breaking rules
Make your [?] snooze
It was all just a ruse
Never cared 'bout you
Lean and millis, heated spoons
Hollows on me for evil
Ego Vamp, I rule the moons
Ego Mack' making moves
f**king b*t*h, take some 'scripts
No one else I can do
All them drugs just running through
Baby, if only you knew
I knew this would [?]
with you, downstairs
Take [?] in the one trap
Don't let me catch you lack'
I used to just sell packs
I used to just sell crack
Let me just bring it back
Can't f**k you and [?]

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