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letra de new jazz no hook - 2gaudy

[verse 1]
b-tch, better pay my fee (my fee)
and you best not talk to me (no sir)
drop to your top hitting guap non-stop (non-stop)
that’s my philosophy (no way)
i can’t listen to sh-t they say (no way)
they don’t speak guapanese (they don’t)
in the studio making hits (yessir)
no sir, ain’t droppin’ these (i won’t)
i’m in the studio, sippin’ don julio, with a rubi rose lookin’ b-tch (okay)
[?] full of you, don’t think i’m foolin’ you, young n-gga too legit (for sure)
we make it spark like a mother f-ckin’ bic (for sure)
we [?] like [?] and tricks (for sure)
i’m havin’ way too much fun bein’ private
that’s why i don’t post no fl!cks (oh, woah)

[bridge]
you better back up
shorty said she fell in love
i told her to pack up (get the f-ck out)
sorry i ain’t showin’ love
to none of you dumb f-cks (ain’t no way)
yeah her ass be fat, no cap, that sh-t on dump truck (on dump truck)
but i don’t give no f-cks (no f-cks)
even one
[verse 2]
but a rich n-gga work ain’t done (ain’t done)
all night ’til i see the sun (the sun)
that b-tch really think she special (she special)
she was just a pair of buns (some buns)
off the dome, no cap, get you off the map
if you speakin’ ’bout my blood (my blood)
and i ain’t too serious, n-gga, i’m just havin’ fun (some fun)
and my pockets weigh a ton (a ton)
shoes cost a thousand pounds (pounds)
these way too much to run in
they d-mn near way me down (down)
i always stay a hundred (a hundred)
no i can’t lose the crown (no way)
she text me said, “you up?” (you up?)
came over and topped me down (down)
baby i just do me (me)
in that tesla, rode home
i’m chef boyardee (-dee)
now my heart on frozone
ain’t no thawin’ me (no sir)
ain’t no flaw in me (no sir)
[?] me (okay)
pop his head like pimple, keep it simple x-y-z
knock that lil’ b-tch down, and kicked her out, said, “c’est la vie” (said, “c’est la vie”)
used to face the world, but put it out, it made me free (it made me free)
now i take them capsules, make me smile, cheek to cheek (cheek to cheek)
run up then you done up, please don’t underestimate (please don’t, please don’t do it)
think that she was his, ’til he found my meat in her face (she gon’ let me do it)
my timin’ on tortoise, keep it cool i’ll win the race
when it’s said and done we’ll all be laughing in they face

- 2gaudy

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