Letra de 168 Hours - Toosii

(You're so lazy)

Mm, say fuck the critics, I'm a boss

I done took loss after loss

It's hard to go back being broke when every day, you let it floss

What's a fish to a piranha?

What's a puppy to a dog?

What's a victim to a killer?

What's a baboon to King Kong?

What's life without death?

What's a bitch without stress?

What's a Glock without my 9, we hit the streets and make mess

What's me without you?

You don't know the things that I do

You don't believe me, it's cool, baby, you won't 'til it's proof

I used to picture love bein' like what my mama and daddy had

'Til my daddy up and left at twelve and I miss my daddy bad

Had a lot that was on my mind, I ain't had no course that I could crash

So get the phone and hit the bros, we'll hit the shows and show our ass

Hard times, they never last

But this hard, I hope it last

I'm tryna love ya to the moon and back, but I don't wanna move too fast

I know you fragile like some glass

You might break, I'll make ya laugh

You ignorin' the red flags, but hide your pain up with a mask

So I say seven days a week

Hundred sixty-eight hours

I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers

Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours

For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead

So I say seven days a week

Hundred sixty-eight hours

I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers

Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours

For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead

What's me without the bros?

What's the bros without some hoes?

What's tool without that fft?

That's like Pharrell with no clothes

We'll hit the block and make shows

We from the 9, don't throw 4s

What's bro without that cup that he won't kick? Pour some more

Tell me, what's you without your friends? They all bad, you call 'em "twin"

You duckin', dodgin' through these streets and fucked up world we livin' in

You messed with lames before, but you won't ever go do that again

You want someone that tote that fire, I hit that block, I spin that bend

So bae, what's me without my fire?

What's the number on the Gen?

We did so much to niggas, niggas think it's cool to make amends

If you don't like me, don't pretend

'Cause bae, I'm in it for the win

And I ain't sayin' that it's right, but all for you, commit a sin

See, all for you, I stand on ten

With my back against the wall

I'm leavin' shit stains on the floor, niggas makin' messes out they drawers

I'll do whatever that you want

Just say the word, they'll send a car

Put that signal in the sky, I'll hit the streets and risk it all, so you know

So I say seven days a week

Hundred sixty-eight hours

I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers

Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours

For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead

So I say seven days a week

Hundred sixty-eight hours

I think about you all day, I wanna give you your flowers

Baby, you know where my heart is, it ain't mine, baby, it's ours

For you, I spin until they all dead, make sure they all dead

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