CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : CTA
You are my mate
Happy birthday Swag
She's got the swag
This is BonziBuddy and you're rocking with swag
I came in clutch, pull up I might roll another dutch
I can't love a b*t*h 'cause I'm only feelin lust
Let it bust, just in case they f**k around with us
But if I got a blade I'll cut it up
I got blue lines on my paper I ain't talkin CTA
And this b*t*h gon' wanna f**k with me but she don't know my name
Had some real snakes, sh*t mates eatin' off my plate
I got triple S sneakers for the bag I gotta chase
When it's cold outside, gotta wear Moncler just for a layer
Used to trap out of the citgo so you know I was a chaser
B*t*h I'm all about my bread so I feel like I'm a baker
Do the digi-dash I'll see you later
Uh-huh aim in with a laser
White plug and he be like any takers
I might pull up with some mags not no fader
I ain't shooting once less there's one in the chamber
I came in clutch, pull up I might roll another dutch
I can't love a b*t*h 'cause I'm only feelin lust
Let it bust, just in case they f**k around with us
But if I got a blade I'll cut it up
I got blue lines on my paper I ain't talkin CTA
And this b*t*h gon' wanna f**k with me but she don't know my name
Had some real snakes, sh*t mates eatin' off my plate
I got triple S sneakers for the bag I gotta chase
Happy birthday Swag
She's got the swag
This is BonziBuddy and you're rocking with swag
I came in clutch, pull up I might roll another dutch
I can't love a b*t*h 'cause I'm only feelin lust
Let it bust, just in case they f**k around with us
But if I got a blade I'll cut it up
I got blue lines on my paper I ain't talkin CTA
And this b*t*h gon' wanna f**k with me but she don't know my name
Had some real snakes, sh*t mates eatin' off my plate
I got triple S sneakers for the bag I gotta chase
When it's cold outside, gotta wear Moncler just for a layer
Used to trap out of the citgo so you know I was a chaser
B*t*h I'm all about my bread so I feel like I'm a baker
Do the digi-dash I'll see you later
Uh-huh aim in with a laser
White plug and he be like any takers
I might pull up with some mags not no fader
I ain't shooting once less there's one in the chamber
I came in clutch, pull up I might roll another dutch
I can't love a b*t*h 'cause I'm only feelin lust
Let it bust, just in case they f**k around with us
But if I got a blade I'll cut it up
I got blue lines on my paper I ain't talkin CTA
And this b*t*h gon' wanna f**k with me but she don't know my name
Had some real snakes, sh*t mates eatin' off my plate
I got triple S sneakers for the bag I gotta chase
