Corrección Letra Magnolia (Remix) par Sybyr

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Letra

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Ayy, ayy
What up? ayy
Yeah, yeah yeah
What up? yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
What up? yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Get up

I'm just in my boxes, smoking swishers
f**king on a b*t*h, yeah
Yeah, no pictures
I got me some ice, uh-huh
And it's glitter, and it's glitter
I'm just- I'm just counting money
In the motherf**kin' bag
I'm just need a whole bunch of hunnids'
In a f**kin' sack
You know how it is, I ain't gonna f**kin' backtrack
I'm a mothaf**kin' genius on this mothaf**kin' track
You know how it is, I got uh- whole bunch of stacks
In the mothaf**kin' beats, and I'm producing like that
I'm producing on em' I'm pro- I'm pro-
I got ProdbyLandfill, going crazy, yeah
I got Pi'erre Bourne on a track crazy, yeah
I got so much sh*t on my mind, and it's here
I just got a stack on me, and it's on my face
And it's in my face, boutta go without a trace
And you know what's about to happen
When you get up-side place
Yeah, all up out the sh*t is out the way
Yeah, all up out the sh*t is on the way
Yeah, all up out the sh*t is on the way
Yeah, tryna make that money everyday
Yeah, you see what the f**k is happening
Yeah, f**king on a b*t*h, and you- yeah
Yeah, f**king on a b*t*h, and you- yeah
What the is f**k? Going cra-zy
Got up all these stacks, on the table
f**king on that sh*t, [?] I ain't able
Downloading that sh*t is unable
You know what's happening
I don't know what's going on with my mental
I'm freestylin' if you didn't already know
What the f**k is going on, with the crazy flow
You know what's happenin'
I can't be backtrackin' uh
I can't be backtrackin' no way
I can't be backtrackin' no way
I can't be backtrackin' no way
Tryna see what's up with the Empire State
What you tryna do on a mothaf**kin' plate?
I was in Delaware in the 8th grade, When I was in the 3rd grade
I meant in the 3rd grade, what the f**k did you say?
Why did you do that, how can you relate?
To all the sh*t that's going on, like a f**kin' face
Got a [?], out in yo' space
Yeah, yeah, and they tunin' to yo' space
Got binoculars, and they looking at your space
And they locked up at ya' crib, locked up at yo' house
Locked up at ya' bed, locked up at the mouse
Lookin' at the bed, f**kin' on a mouse
What ya' gonna say? When it's out the house
f**kin on ya' crib, and you know it's doubt
f**kin on ya' crib, and you know it's doubt

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