Armand Hammer - ¿Tu Tienes WiFi? letra de (lyrics)
[Armand Hammer - ¿Tu Tienes WiFi? letra de lyrics]
Ghettotech, geotalk
Please don't force the hand
There'll be a fee involved
Mia, when I see ya
I just wanna sniff your leotard
Slide me to the side, tuck
My balls like Nicky Barnes, to the left
Fresh but vexed in a no flex zone
Flesh gleamin', being not semen
Thrill men kill demon, freak beat still keen
Tongue lashed till creamin', beat it
I'm naked under my clothes
Just don't let me down easy
Di di di da di di di di di da di day
When I didn't have the space to concentrate
Came up on the way to get my stake, strafe
Here's a sound for you to taste
Red clay and iron, blow an eighth
Salt air in my nostrils, scrape the plate
You still flacos
Still can't peep, but if I watch close
In the interest of leisure spill
My seed across the planet
Why everybody fake manic?
Plant my feet in the Pacific
Wash my face in the Atlantic
Hang hard, vanguard, new canon, new standards
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
I had to cop the thing wet
They was like, "this what's left
This the best you gon' get"
No respect for the game
The strain liked to stretch her legs
Elegant neck, no gassed up fake tit's
Faint, but a whiff of cat piss, the piff
But almost pitiful how they had her
Put a tear in the eye of the kid
Niggas ain't shit, I sniffed paid 'em a grip
Took her back to the crib
Mason jars where I burped the lid
They had her strippin' early
Niggas turned a bad bitch to mids
Dominicans ain't shit
She tried to sit up, I insisted she rest
I put the cup of tea to her lips
She tried to kiss me
I said it's not time yet
Tasted the salt from her sweat
I remember how we met
I remember how we used to get money
All the money we used to get
All the money we used to get
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
Please don't force the hand
There'll be a fee involved
Mia, when I see ya
I just wanna sniff your leotard
Slide me to the side, tuck
My balls like Nicky Barnes, to the left
Fresh but vexed in a no flex zone
Flesh gleamin', being not semen
Thrill men kill demon, freak beat still keen
Tongue lashed till creamin', beat it
I'm naked under my clothes
Just don't let me down easy
Di di di da di di di di di da di day
When I didn't have the space to concentrate
Came up on the way to get my stake, strafe
Here's a sound for you to taste
Red clay and iron, blow an eighth
Salt air in my nostrils, scrape the plate
You still flacos
Still can't peep, but if I watch close
In the interest of leisure spill
My seed across the planet
Why everybody fake manic?
Plant my feet in the Pacific
Wash my face in the Atlantic
Hang hard, vanguard, new canon, new standards
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
I had to cop the thing wet
They was like, "this what's left
This the best you gon' get"
No respect for the game
The strain liked to stretch her legs
Elegant neck, no gassed up fake tit's
Faint, but a whiff of cat piss, the piff
But almost pitiful how they had her
Put a tear in the eye of the kid
Niggas ain't shit, I sniffed paid 'em a grip
Took her back to the crib
Mason jars where I burped the lid
They had her strippin' early
Niggas turned a bad bitch to mids
Dominicans ain't shit
She tried to sit up, I insisted she rest
I put the cup of tea to her lips
She tried to kiss me
I said it's not time yet
Tasted the salt from her sweat
I remember how we met
I remember how we used to get money
All the money we used to get
All the money we used to get
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity
¿Tu tienes WiFi? Connectivity