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letra de ‎fuck gay rights - 1oneam

[intro]
huh, yeah
yeah (f-ck), hah
let’s go, huh
d-mn, d-mn (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?), d-mn, d-mn
blah, let’s go, bleh, haha, let’s go, huh

[chorus]
huh, ayy, too many hoes, can’t f-ck that ho (can’t f-ck that ho)
i’m sitting back, i’m smoking on dope (smoking on dope)
no invite then we kickin’ yo’ door (ha, haha)
i-i’m in the trap and i’m f-ckin’ yo’ ho, ayy
slimin’ yo’ mans, boy, how did that go?
young zen, i’m too high and these n-ggas be cold (haha)
wipin’ his nose like i’m catchin’ a cold
that is our game, boy, he breakin’ the code
crib too big, why they gotta get cold?
f-ck with these n-ggas but i’m like, “h-ll, no”
these n-ggas g-y, i don’t f-ck with them bros (yeah)
sit back in the crib and i’m countin’ my dough
hey, yeah, come on, lil’ bae, i don’t trip (i don’t trip)
make me some racks and my b-tch on a trip
shе wanna come f-ck, come suck the d-ck
i hit that pay thеn i’m hittin’ that l!ck (hit that pay, go, go)
[verse]
woo, ayy, you not a day one, you’ll get none
i’m seeing racks and sh-t to the sun
sippin’ on red, i’m sippin’ on blood (woo, woo)
you not my gang, you can’t hit this blunt
i need my racks so let’s keep it blunt
he keep the drac’ now he think he tough
ayy, benz truck, n-gga, i don’t chase that ho (chase that ho)
poke it, smoke, get high, dope, ayy
blow me a rack then i make two more
pockets they fat, pockets not sumo (woo)
b-tch, i got ten racks, yeah, ooh, no (woo)
who is that n-gga? bro like, “who knows?”
that b-tch for the team, she f-ckin’ yo’ bro
don’t f-ck with a white ho, don’t f-ck with the snow

[chorus]
play with that ho, can’t f-ck that ho (can’t f-ck with that ho)
i’m sittin’ back and i’m smoking on dope (smoking on dope)
no invite then we kickin’ yo’ door (ha, haha)
i-i’m in the trap and i’m f-ckin’ yo’ ho, ayy
slimin’ yo’ mans, boy, how did that go?
young zen, i’m too high and these n-ggas be cold (haha)
wipin’ his nose like i’m catchin’ a cold
that is our game, boy, he breakin’ the code
crib too big, why they gotta get cold
f-ck with these n-ggas but i’m like, “h-ll, no”
these n-ggas g-y, i don’t f-ck with them bros (yeah)
sit back in the crib and i’m countin’ my dough
hey, yeah, come on, lil’ bae, i don’t trip (i don’t trip)
make me some racks and my b-tch on a trip
she wanna come f-ck, come suck the d-ck
i hit that pay then i’m hittin’ that l!ck (i hit that pay)

- 1oneam

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