72 PINTO
B0r0s
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Yuh, yuh Aye, aye, aye, aye My voice lethal Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto Throw in the chips, done playing games Raising the stakes, I'm betting the casino Bronx Bull, I'm spinning and swinging in rage no De Niro That's why I'm spending and spending Investing and flexing to grow my ego My voice lethal Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto Throw in the chips, done playing games Raising the stakes, I'm betting the casino Bronx Bull, I'm spinning and swinging in rage no De Niro That's why I'm spending and spending Investing and flexing to grow my ego Drowning my toast in syrup Wait hold up, no Robitussin Slide on the free like is we fucking? Well if not then f*ck it You asking these questions like "who wrote Ready?" You're looking at him and my pen game is deadly Crowd going crazy, the moshpit is sweaty Man, we coming up like mamas spaghetti Cold shoulder, I give a smolder Rock out, I make like a boulder Write my name into the game Got binders and folders Save receipts for impending fame Flashing lights, you a placeholder Saturate the market with a super-soaker Got the last laugh, tell me who the joker My voice lethal Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto Throw in the chips, done playing games Raising the stakes, I'm betting the casino Bronx Bull, I'm spinning and swinging in rage no De Niro That's why I'm spending and spending Investing and flexing to grow my ego My voice lethal Hoping it blows me up like a Ford Pinto Throw in the chips, done playing games Raising the stakes, I'm betting the casino Bronx Bull, I'm spinning and swinging in rage no De Niro That's why I'm spending and spending Investing and flexing to grow my ego Growing my ego which should be illegal I'm painting my nails, fixing my steelo I'm drinking my pints Downing my feels Mixing so I don't remember her name My soul disappeared with the blip Time passed I really don't trip When I'm back I'ma still be a hit But I'm still seeing the same People don't change Pockets empty I don't carry no change But I stay racking my funds I don't work with no management bums I use to work at zou zou's I dipped outta there like vroom vroom I'm on my alone shit now Don't know if ima figure shit out But for now its a 'Un Verano sin ti' I'm breaking girls and making them tea Sending them home in some Louis Vuitton You're missing me huh? Missing the fun I can tell by the new nail set and the new matching blonde hair done Burned my arm still performing I got a taste of this world and I ain't gonna stay my distant Lights out I f*ck your bitch with the lights off I fold you up like a blanket Everything for the taking Hopping and stepping all over your body and corpse Pleading for mercy, you asking for more I take it all by force I watch the world explode I don't give a f*ck, I see it I take it I break it but I want more
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: Elias Rosas, Gustavo Garcia, Jared Singh, Jason Tovar, Jose Dutan
Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"72 PINTO Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 29 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/8393916/B0r0s/72+PINTO>.
Discuss the 72 PINTO Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In