letra de dreamy (remix) - 99lxud!
[chorus: 99lxud!]
i got hoes on top of hoes, f-ck em all, i’m too coldhearted
if you talkin’ h-lla sh-t, we gon’ pull up, we start sparkin
got a map of your whole hood, and your house we gonna mark it
we got guns just like a party, if you let us we can start it
smokin’ blunts up in this v, and it smell like someone sharted
if he see us pullin’ up, he gon’ turn around and dart it
all these percs they give me autism, they turn me r-t-rded
yeah, yeah, that n-gga ridin’ the slow bus
[verse 1: 99lxud!]
you like that, then show us, we don’t believe your ass
b-tch, we pullin’ up, in a bеntley truck
i just want my bucks, i don’t give no f-cks
i will not show love to scrubs, if it’s up it’s stuck
nеver goin’ back broke, won’t become a bum
in a v8 suck me off, like a baby suckin’ thumb
hit that lil’ hoe from the back, make her scream
“i’m bout to cum”
[chorus: 99lxud!]
i got hoes on top of hoes, f-ck em all, i’m too coldhearted
if you talkin’ h-lla sh-t, we gon’ pull up, we start sparkin
got a map of your whole hood, and your house we gonna mark it
we got guns just like a party, if you let us we can start it
smokin’ blunts up in this v, and it smell like someone sharted
if he see us pullin’ up, he gon’ turn around and dart it
all these percs they give me autism, they turn me r-t-rded
yeah, yeah, that n-gga ridin’ the slow bus
[verse 2: smir]
yeah, i got h-lla hoes (h-lla), and they all on payroll
i can never go (never), you sippin’ that k-roll
i just copped a drop, and i po’d it in my faygo
i can’t f-ck with you, shawty, i don’t f-ck with fake hoes
no, nah, i can’t f-ck with snake hoes
i don’t even care what the f-ck they got to say though
i’m just mindin’ my business, play with money like it’s play-doh
yeah if it ain’t my money, h-ll nah, i can never go (go)
[chorus: 99lxud!]
i got hoes on top of hoes, f-ck em all, i’m too coldhearted
if you talkin’ h-lla sh-t, we gon’ pull up, we start sparkin
got a map of your whole hood, and your house we gonna mark it
we got guns just like a party, if you let us we can start it
smokin’ blunts up in this v, and it smell like someone sharted
if he see us pullin’ up, he gon’ turn around and dart it
all these percs they give me autism, they turn me r-t-rded
yeah, yeah, that n-gga ridin’ the slow bus
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