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letra de whoa - a2p fred

[intro]
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anything
i don’t know what i said right there
i don’t know what i said right there, right here
anything
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[verse 1]
b-tch, ask me if i boost, nah b-tch, i sell dope
i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store
where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s
and i heard you told on so-and-so, n-ggas trolls
h-ll yeah, i f-cked your baby mama, n-gga, so?
act tough on ig, face-to-face n-ggas hoes
if it’s ’bout that motherf-ckin’ cheese i’m on go
you better stay the f-ck out my way when i’m in that mode
florida boy, whack a n-gga, throw him in the orange grove
my b-tch cook good but she can’t f-ck with me on that stove
i’m a 90s baby, girl, i eat ass and suck toes
put that fye on you, why you playin’ with that rose?
all up in my business, shoot a n-gga in his nose
i’m spending all the dubs but the blues, i keep those
flaw-ass n-gga gotta know i peep those
life a game, the cheat code is cheap bows and kilos
you gon’ go flat f-cking with them freak hoes
p-ssy n-gga: pickle sausage, chili cheese fritos
’bout that lajan, i get in creep mode
chasing down that check, i’m in no sleep mode
i don’t trust sh-t but my scale and calculator
life started off rough but it got greater later
i jumped in that water head first and built a gator
one thing about me, i’m a motherf-ckin’ player
lactose, i’ma get the cheese and sh-t on all the haters
i live my life for real and n-ggas not, i hate fakers
n-gga think he lit until i hit his circuit breaker
i tombstone the p-ssy n-gga like the undertaker
[chorus]
b-tch, ask me if i boost, nah b-tch, i sell dope
i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store
where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s
and i heard you told on so-and-so, n-ggas trolls
h-ll yeah, i f-cked your baby mama, n-gga, so?
act tough on ig, face-to-face n-ggas hoes
if it’s ’bout that motherf-ckin’ cheese i’m on go
you better stay the f-ck out my way when i’m in that mode

[outro]
rap n-ggas doin’ all that… ain’t got a n-gga like…
rap n-ggas wearin’ all them fake diamonds like…
rap n-ggas actin’ like they sliding but they lying, n-gga
i might go country ’cause these rap n-ggas hoes
(b-tch, ask me if i boost, nah b-tch, i sell dope)
(i’m in traffic, bust a buss, i’ll serve you at the store)
(where i’m from we slide k’s and 30s, we don’t ride 4s)
(and i heard you told on so-and-so, n-ggas trolls)
(h-ll yeah, i f-cked your baby mama, n-gga, so?)
(act tough on ig, face-to-face n-ggas hoes)
(if it’s ’bout that motherf-ckin’ cheese i’m on go)
(you better stay the f-ck out my way when i’m in that mode)

- a2p fred

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