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letra de i don't text back - 1takejay

[verse 1: 1takejay]
room full of b-tches, finna gang bang, i ain’t twisting no fingers
i don’t know no sign language, you a b-tch player
n-ggas always on the side hating, lotta n-ggas virjins
see me going up, they can’t take it
send the money for the song, or you gon’ be on that b-tch by yourself
say you only got a thousand, give that sh-t to somebody else
like a single mother, f-ck n-ggas, i don’t need no help
n-ggas say i’m [?], n-gga, oh well
n-ggas dress badder than these b-tches on my instagram
talking sh-t in comments, you a gangsta, or an insta fan?
you ain’t finna d-ck ride my wave, but these b-tches can
catfish, right after i f-ck, i’m a different man
only time a b-tch hear my voice, when shе stream some
b-tch thought i took her on a datе, she just dreamed of it
throw a party, all my hoes in this b-tch mean mugging
b-tches keep on threatening me with leaving, like it mean something
text a b-tch back when i feel like it, nevermind, i don’t feel like it
i’m [?] still [?]
n-ggas kiss hoes that kiss d-ck, n-ggas real trifling
[?] b-tch [?] but you still wifed her
f-cking up my shoes, buy some new ones, i ain’t finna wipe them
treat these b-tches like an insta post, i ain’t finna like them
told the cashier to ring me up, ’cause i ain’t finna try them
b-tches said they can’t live without me, then these b-tches dying
[verse 2: cash kidd]
sent your b-tch [?] that mean soul sn-tching
told her come and get some money, all my hoes happy
see an opp, unplug him quicker than a low battery
face a wood [?] matching sh-t, like my clothes [?]
high as h-ll, scrolling down an opp page laughing
n-ggas broker than a b-tch, tryna play savage
when i look around, all my n-ggas bosses
got enough money to customise all you n-ggas’ coffens
young n-gga, used to [?] d.b.c
swiping cards, b-tch, i’m [?] like e.b.t
n-ggas sick i made a k!lling off the shh
all these hoes want my b-lls, like d.b.z
get my dawgs whatever, i’ll never call it leaching
we is on the hunt together, then this time, we all gon’ eat
red bottoms on, told my [?] bleeding
put the spikes on your head, like [?]
[?] neck, could’ve swore i saw demons
see these nots on me, look like i caught a beating
i’ma pass the b-tch to 1takejay, ain’t no pressure
got the bad b-tches tapping in, like a wrestler

- 1takejay

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