ROSETTA STONE (part. Rstles$ y Ca$h Tre)
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ROSETTA STONE (part. Rstles$ y Ca$h Tre) lyrics

AlbumFROM MIAMI, WITH LUV
Year2026
GenrePop
Original languageEnglish
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Eh Que alguien me explique una cosa ¿De dónde saca Gonzy tanto flow (eh) Tanto estilo y tanto talento? Porque, de verdad Me gustaría que alguien me lo explicara Esa persona no es de este planeta Es sobrenatural Y'all really be thinking Y'all got one up on me or some' That's not true (haha) Yeah (ou-you-you) In Miami with the Molly These hoes be battin' an eye I just lay home with a ten She let me hit on the first night (yeah) Stop playing with me They like, what the fuck He saying to me I gotta save a couple comments For the sanity and you know I do it all for the family Yes I did, did it again (yeah) Winning again (baby) Lost my ways Now I'm humble again Want a feature with me Listen now that's how I'm on the lay Let me do my little dance and we trending again (agh) As you just call me silly I make these just put out the resist on Let's do this man, what we love right? Shit, fuck it let's do it Rstless The whole time My door close like the Jackson five Cup push tryna test the game like a pay raise They ain't qualified Bro steady give me good news Cause the real static ain't televised Other warden with the old school when he hit the gas Can't see the sign, pull up on us Like we lay awake Tryna test day we big guys Remember, me and Gonzy you split ten piece with a small fry Now if a pussy beef with you with no issue get it supersize Shawty ain't too small but off a brain I call her come lie We been grind I've been in it for long time Teenagers been a long time Up in gone crib for like three years tryna make the beat cry Girls go me and Trey Broad day we tryna ball Mommy'll look way better If you close your damn mouth Met my first chick on some girls I'm from the south Pussy talkin' riddles but I swear we find'em out Shawty in my ear and she gon' talk about loud ones (yeah-yeah) Te dejo al la'o Yeah I did, did it again (yeah) Winning again (baby) Lost my ways Now I'm humble again Want a feature with me Listen now that's how I'm on the lay Let me do my little dance and we trending again (agh) Yeah, Aye Life in the crib You know they had to call me this three oh five As a bitch I bet the ticket Woke up and so green on the horror That shit feel better than six Whenever you, you can just call to Charla I'm a black panther And shit nothing like you couldn't be no seminar But I'm still the goat in the end What else to do? What else to do? Hit the nine five is in peace again We in black trucks Gonzy seize the Benz What else to do? Put some more fire on your ass Hit my name to brand (huh) What else to do? Went to high school with stems But I'm striking like cobra' Mpd keep on pulling me over I'm in space ain't no way that I'm sober We ain't told you this Miami Florida got more awkward orange Then talk about lower pan the menu I tell her can't sober When I'm Cuban I'll be like can't brother We so flooded just baby we too lying You a buster ass rhyming like we're high Shout the ruler me out in the blue high She get wicked lil boy Keep your ruler

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