Letra de Bentley Bentayga! 2
(ZaySkillz)
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How many bitches, how many bitches, how many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga? (Woah, woah)
How many niggas, how many niggas, how many niggas that turned into haters? (Woah, woah)
How many pitches, how many pitches, pitches be thrown but it’s purple like Lakers (Woah, woah)
How is this easy, how is this easy, how this shit easy to me like a layup? (Woah, woah)
How do you do it, how do you do it, how is you still goin' crazy this later? (Woah, woah)
These hoes be goofy, just fuck her and dupe it (Woah, woah)
If she ignore me, I'ma pass her to Playah (Woah, woah)
This choppa chop, this shit eat you like Animal Crackers, it crush you like Danimal packets (Woah, woah)
They say I’m wildin', I'm drivin' like Danica Patrick, I'm flyin' and swervin' through traffic (Woah, woah)
Fuck it, she smilin', if she want the D, she can have it
Turn her to a fiend, she a addict (Woah, woah)
My money piling, it just bought me things I ain’t had and you always find me where the cash at (Woah, woah)
These hoes be childish, keep asking me if these baguettes on me to put Gs in the CashApp (Woah, woah)
I just be lying, I tell her good things ’cause her ass fat (Woah, woah)
Get treated like cheese in a rat trap
My opps' be crying say, "Wick buying views, he don’t have that," but I know what he really mad at
My wrist got diamonds, it took me a while just to have that, knew I was gon' have it since backpack
On demon timing, say, "She don't want Wick," then it's rap cap (Woah, woah)
She be in my DMs bad-bad (Woah, woah)
My stars aligned, I got stars in the roof in the matte black (Woah, woah)
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, black bat (Woah, woah)
I just be rhymin’ but we can agree it's a fact-fact, that nigga Wick, he could rap-rap (Woah, woah)
Feel so alive, it's amazin', I got me a bad-bad (Woah, woah), plus a lil' bitch with a fat ass (Woah, woah)
My niggas ridin' for me so you better not lack-lack, we got them Dracs' just from Baghdad (Woah, woah)
Fly as a pilot, the stick got a vibe in the rack-rack (Woah, woah)
Soon as I land, gotta tap that (Woah, woah)
I'm on the finer things, trips to the UK and back-back (Woah, woah)
Tesla ain't come with a gas cap (Woah, woah)
(It really didn't though, 'cause you—, it's electric you know what I'm sayin'? You gotta charge it, haha)
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches, how many bitches, how many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga? (Woah, woah)
How many niggas, how many niggas, how many niggas that turned into haters? (Woah, woah)
How many pitches, how many pitches, pitches be thrown but it’s purple like Lakers (Woah, woah)
How is this easy, how is this easy, how this shit easy to me like a layup? (Woah, woah)
How do you do it, how do you do it, how is you still goin' crazy this later? (Woah, woah)
These hoes be goofy, just fuck her and dupe it (Woah, woah)
If she ignore me, I'ma pass her to Playah (Woah, woah)
This choppa chop, this shit eat you like Animal Crackers, it crush you like Danimal packets (Woah, woah)
They say I’m wildin', I'm drivin' like Danica Patrick, I'm flyin' and swervin' through traffic (Woah, woah)
Fuck it, she smilin', if she want the D, she can have it
Turn her to a fiend, she a addict (Woah, woah)
My money piling, it just bought me things I ain’t had and you always find me where the cash at (Woah, woah)
These hoes be childish, keep asking me if these baguettes on me to put Gs in the CashApp (Woah, woah)
I just be lying, I tell her good things ’cause her ass fat (Woah, woah)
Get treated like cheese in a rat trap
My opps' be crying say, "Wick buying views, he don’t have that," but I know what he really mad at
My wrist got diamonds, it took me a while just to have that, knew I was gon' have it since backpack
On demon timing, say, "She don't want Wick," then it's rap cap (Woah, woah)
She be in my DMs bad-bad (Woah, woah)
My stars aligned, I got stars in the roof in the matte black (Woah, woah)
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, black bat (Woah, woah)
I just be rhymin’ but we can agree it's a fact-fact, that nigga Wick, he could rap-rap (Woah, woah)
Feel so alive, it's amazin', I got me a bad-bad (Woah, woah), plus a lil' bitch with a fat ass (Woah, woah)
My niggas ridin' for me so you better not lack-lack, we got them Dracs' just from Baghdad (Woah, woah)
Fly as a pilot, the stick got a vibe in the rack-rack (Woah, woah)
Soon as I land, gotta tap that (Woah, woah)
I'm on the finer things, trips to the UK and back-back (Woah, woah)
Tesla ain't come with a gas cap (Woah, woah)
(It really didn't though, 'cause you—, it's electric you know what I'm sayin'? You gotta charge it, haha)
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches? How many bitches?
How many bitches?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
How many bitches could fit in a 'Tayga?
