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letra de fetty - 41, kyle richh, jenn carter & tata

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[intro:]
jondior

[chorus – tata & jenn carter]
shorty got wap like fetty
breadwinner, i love to get bready
they know my bop mr. everythingdeady
and shots to the eye now he lookin’ like fetty, b-tch
i be geekin’, i tote on a what?
shorty a thottie, she don’t give a f-ck
she be tweakin’, she shakin’ her b-tt
and that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
he dumb, he a bot
b-tch on my body, she totin’ my gun
you run, don’t stop
you feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun

[verse 1 – kyle richh]
graah, is you dumb?
i’m with the 4s and they ready to dump
he can’t run it’s a switch on my gun
ptsd from the sh-t that i done
told-told dre put the bеam on a drum
like if he slippin’ we fill him with shots
hе got flocked now he poppin’ his bottle
big 41 got the city on hots
[verse 2 – tata]
[?] b-tch i’m on hots
and on bro if i spot a opp, bet he get shot
we in the party we 41 boppin’ n-gga
see a opp he get parked, no lot
like shoot a n-gga, do it with precision
i got like 4 b-tches i’m feeling imprisoned
cartier glasses, 2020 vision
like i don’t politic with politicians

[verse 3 – jenn carter]
i’m in the club do not pass me a shot, i already been sippin’
pay the price or you getting evicted
chops in the spot so we gotta dismiss em’
grah, grah, grah
.40 gon’ pop too loud like f-ck, i cannot listen
like casa hitting, might f-ck up my vision
i don’t give a f-ck i might it up and cl!ck it, d-mn

[chorus – tata & jenn carter]
shorty got wap like fetty
breadwinner, i love to get bready
they know my bop mr. everythingdeady
and shots to the eye now he lookin’ like fetty, b-tch
i be geekin’, i tote on a what?
shorty a thottie, she don’t give a f-ck
she be tweakin’, she shakin’ her b-tt
and that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
he dumb, he a bot
b-tch on my body, she totin’ my gun
you run, don’t stop
you feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun
[verse 4 – kyle richh]
like i can’t fall, i’m not used to the love
sippin’ wocky, this sh-t got me weak
i’m-i’m felling faint, and my body is leaning
seeing demons, i thought i was dreaming, graah
like-like how you love me? you don’t know the meaning
she don’t love me, she wanna be rich, like
i cannot stress on a b-tch
two-two deep, me and sheik in they projects
i’m a rapper but still in the field
i-i gotta stand on the sh-t that i started
if you with me you better be real
smoke-smoke za, i can’t feel
like .30 on me, i can’t get k!lled

[verse 5 – tata & jenn carter]
i’m off a 30 clutching on my .30
too many thooties, don’t know who to pick, like
yeah i’m sippin’ on sprite but it’s dirty
youngest stepper they don’t want me to win
shorty playin’ i’m texting her friend
she can tell i’m the sh-t, and she see that i’m lit
like everywhere imma go with a grip
d-mn, i don’t know when this sh-t gonna end

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