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LiGhT rAiLs *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (feat. Rick Ross & Rich Brian)

1999 WRITE THE FUTURE

Letra

    You're now listening to 1999
    Keep it lo-fi

    Yeah, ayy
    Apparently they try to get him out the picture
    Pheromones are back been gone too many winters
    Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers
    Little did they know, It's gon' take more than that to bury me
    Killin' Bills feelin' like I'm Tarantin'
    We against defeat, that's not our fantasy
    Lil hoe, ayy, yeah, aw, ayy
    Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' Le Labo
    I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow
    You might've misheard me If you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (Fuck with the)
    Ayy, fuck with the journey
    If anything, I'm puttin' you on a jersey
    I fucked with a freak from Berlin
    She a 9 out of 10, but I'd prolly not do it again
    Yeah I hate fallin' out with a bitch, ayy
    I hate pillow-talking to bitches
    You ridin' this dick but you don't have no interests (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
    They movin' like ramen noodles way the heat turnin' all of em soft in an instant (Yeah)
    That fame was my bitch for a sec'
    But I'm over her now we maintaining a distance, uh

    You have arrived at Cupertino Station, doors are opening
    Ricky Ravioli, that's the biggest boss, baby (The biggest, baby)
    Huh, yes (Let's go, ayy)

    Top-down, my smoke thick (Huh)
    Free throws, I don't miss (Huh)
    White tees, my hat back
    My bitch bad, I love this
    I run past that fuck shit
    That small talk, some fuck shit
    Rich nigga my forecast, anything else is suspect (Boss)
    Laid back, let's roll up (Boss)
    Smoke good, my nose up (Boss)
    Roscoe's I'm iced out (Huh)
    Them nigga's know my polar (Woo)
    Check this out, so hold up
    Jada Pinkett, done sold dust (Hold up)
    Double M, we on one
    Right back with the Cold Crush
    I been rich, do research (Run it)
    Top-down, on three perks (Run it)
    South Beach, I moonlight (Ha, ha, ha)
    Niggas know what I mood like
    And she know what my mood like (Ha, ha, ha)
    Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night (Woo)
    Dark room, I'm iced out (Iced out)
    Sunrise, it's lights out (Biggest)
    (Maybach Music)

    (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
    (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
    (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
    (La-la-la-la)
    (La-la-la-la-la-la-la)

    Composição: Rich Brian / Rick Ross. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.

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