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letra de baby - afn peso

[verse 1]
said we’d never f-ck again, but i’m still gon’ try you
losin’ interest ’cause i only call to pipe you
lack of interest, baby, please, you in denial
say my name, let me hear it in a crowd, yeah
white vvs on and i keep a check, though
runnin’ through this rap sh-t, i feel like pacheco
come and see the best flow, you’ll see where the rest go
i don’t know how you feel, but i feel like we connect, though
stuntin’ on these hoes way too long
life crazy when i put it in my motherf-ckin’ song
different nights, different girls, takin’ shots with your b-tch
askin’ questions like, “if your man came in here trippin’, would you switch?”
would you stay with me? would you get away with it?
need a classy lil’ ho, cop an oil painting with me
i give rich n-gga vibes, on that rich n-gga time
he be talkin’ ’bout that sh-t, but he ain’t livin’ what he rhyme
and the difference is, switchin’ lanes in some different sh-t
switchin’ it, i don’t like when it’s a hit or miss
all hits, call shots, n-gga, call this
big dog even when i was a small pit
and please don’t forget who had your back for sure, yeah
try me like a sucker, i’m gon’ drop the lo’, yeah
left her where she standin’, i ain’t feel the vibe, no
know i just spent some money, not just spendin’ time
i’d rather get me for all that’s me and mine
who did it like me from where i’m from? a lie
thinkin’ ’bout the journey make a n-gga cry
you ain’t had to swing back to the surface just to stay alive
shed so many tears, on my 2pac sh-t (my 2pac sh-t)
currently, i’m ridin’ ’round with two glocks sh-t (yeah, yeah)
came to get some food at this jamaican spot (right there)
in venice and la brea at the taco truck (i’m outta there)
[chorus]
yeah, throw your wrist up, boy, you’ll give your b-tch up (wrist up)
hatin’ on a real one, they be quick to switch up
man, you know them hatin’ n-ggas, they be quick to clique it up
you was him in 2012, we past 2021 (past 2021)
yeah, throw your wrist up, boy, you’ll give your b-tch up
hatin’ on a real one, they be quick to switch up (yeah, yeah)
man, you know them hatin’ n-ggas, they be quick to clique it up
you was him in 2012, n-gga

[verse 2]
stop livin’ in the past when your future in your face
ceo pace with the wealthy on a plate, this some luxury sh-t
lil’ n-gga, you a b-tch
if the police came now, you’d probably tell ’em this
hundred mil’ cash, that was always on the list
you wasn’t in your bag, you was in bed with the b-tch (yeah, yeah)
bad influence and sh-t, smokin’ bomb with the blunt on my lip
high as f-ck in the club, i’m in your ear like
baby, can we talk about some sh-t that probably don’t matter?
take you places alone, we chillin’ there for hours (yeah)
take a shower, then you jumpin’ in this king-sized (mm)
beat it up with your friend sittin’ ringside (mm)

- afn peso

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