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letra de horchata - 1takejay

[intro]
scum, tell uno load it up
scum, tell uno load it up
now i’m locked in
wait, hold up

[chorus: 1takejay]
patent leather on my feet, these pradas (these pradas)
i’m locked in, i just put it on my mama (on my mama)
b-tch, put a price on it, don dada (don dada)
suck me through the straw like a horchata (horchata)
patent leather on my feet, these pradas (wait, hold up)
i’m locked in, i just put it on my mama (come on)
b-tch, put a price on it, don dada (don dada)
suck me through the straw like a horchata

[verse 1: 1takejay]
askin’, “who is that n-gga?” ’cause i’m lava (hot)
they call me daddy, but i’m really an imposter
i do ’em all wrong, i’m a deadbeat father (cap)
put me on the block list, i’m really that unbothered (you broke)
if she ain’t twenty-one, you be f-ckin’ with a toddler
just like a printer, i keep gettin’ to the dollar (to the dollar)
make your b-tch pop p-ssy, then pop my collar (pop my collar)
ever since i took a lead, them n-ggas’ face sour (come on)
austin power, put your mouth on my mini-me (on my mini)
all head fire, long as she ain’t usin’ t–th
she spent the night, no toothbrush, she usin’ me (me)
while she was on her knees, she asked, “what kind of shoes is these?”
[chorus: 1takejay]
patent leather on my feet, these pradas (these pradas)
i’m locked in, i just put it on my mama (on my mama)
b-tch, put a price on it, don dada (don dada)
suck me through the straw like a horchata (horchata)
patent leather on my feet, these pradas (wait, hold up)
i’m locked in, i just put it on my mama (come on)
b-tch, put a price on it, don dada (don dada)
suck me through the straw like a horchata

[verse 2: 1taket–zy]
ayy, don’t talk about it, come and be about it (b-tch)
know she d-ck eatin’, we gon’ see about it (b-tch)
b-tch want the game, i need a fee about it (need it all)
ayy, eyes on that money, i can’t see without it (can’t see without it)
dread head b-tch, she a real rasta (she a real rasta)
got designer for the low, she a real flocker (she a real flocker)
got a white b-tch, she a pill popper (pill popper)
and her daddy got a bag, but i still dropped her (still dropped her)
b-tch, i’m gettin’ money, i was made for this sh-t (made for this sh-t)
countin’ blue faces in the face of a b-tch (face of a b-tch)
designer on my feet, i just paid for the drip (paid for the drip)
prada on my feet, i just paid for this sh-t (paid for this sh-t)

- 1takejay

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