Ingresa el correo electrónico para recuperar la contraseña. Luego revisa tu correo para seguir los pasos de recuperación. Sí no llega el correo, revisa tu correo no deseado (spam).
[Verse 1: Joey Purp] I've been way too T'd to ever let one of these bitch niggas play with me Stay out the way with me, it get hot like a block on a day when it's eighty degrees Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like the Heat Chop off the top on a Lamb', it was me and Chance, was in Miami like Bam If you gon' boss up, then you gotta learn how to take you some losses, bro Fuck what it cost, bro, I've been smokin' exhaust, and it got me exhausted, bro My Rollie go forty below, money and loyalty, all that I know Cartier my glasses, Cartier my hoe, we run the city like cardio I open my eyes and still see smoke I walked in the kitchen, and it smelled like dope Woke up with the stallion, she drivin' a boat I've been fightin' my demons, I'm whippin' the Ghost Prada my glasses, Prada my loafers My brother tell me that "I'm proud of you folks" Some niggas gon' show love and some niggas gon' hate for no reason, I'm already knowin' They tryna stop me, but it's this bad ass bitch and she tellin' me "Keep goin'" They tryna lock me out, but somehow still it all worked out like Terrell Owens They try to knock me down, somehow still get back up, and I keep goin' I keep provin', I keep showin', I keep developin', I keep growin'
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] All my favorite hoodies at a bad bitch condo But I know this Nina got my back like I'm Rondo Sittin' on my lap, while I'm slidin' through Chicago Now we drive the boat, but when we came here, we was cargo A wise man told me me "Follow anywhere the star go" So I'm in that double R, it's blacker than some charcoal Open up the side doors and scan you like a barcode Forties for the lil' niggas, fifties for the 5-0 Vato, see ya, then birria, boy, you better duck your taco Niggas they be cappin' like they captain, I'm the capo And I steer the ship, this shit go anywhere that I go And I got the city on my shoulder like Iago We in Miami like Martin and Will She tryna get her a part in the film Love it in Florida, but want California The red bottom blues, her heart in the hills I'm at the dock with my arm on the wheel This not a movie, I'm starrin' for real This ain't no job, I'm starvin' for real I'm hungry for real, I'm barrin' for real I'm warrin' for real, hands up, this a coup d'état Tryna keep it P like a two-seat drop But we gotta lock like a 2C knot Know that you wanna Kool G rap But right now you finna see Kool G rock Hit the big guy with a lil' slingshot Green bean shot with a green beam dot