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letra de no autotune, pt.1 - aghuuda

like what you was doin’
was up for the night
big ass jet had to take that flight
whatever feel comfortable, do what you like
my tokens is fungible, pay your price
stay on your head like some muhf-ckin’ lice
i keep me a smile but i am not nice
p-ssy too wet had to throw it in rice
like “how did you get to the top overnight?”
i just get bands and i run em’
independent b-tch, you know she do what she wanna
i feel like timmy no turner
pass me the tommy, you know that we using the burner
got some haters i ain’t never hеard of
ain’t gonna speak on that sh-t cause’ the silеncer hurt em’
silencer on the shots, ain’t never heard em’
he try do me dirt then we might have to hurt em’
sawin’ it off, we got sh-lls like a turtle
your b-tch got “s” “e” “x” on her wordle
she want ecstacy and some codone
cut that sh-t cause’ i don’t like to prolong
using protection like that sh-t could roll on
feelin’ like drake cause’ i’m singin’ a slow song
feinin’ for dank, i need something to smoke on
mouth stay open, she need some to choke on
she into drank so we sip it together
my dogs stay loyal, they with whatever
iced out rollie might change that weather
keepin’ it solid, i got it together
that ain’t my b-tch but we f-ckin’ together
fed up with my sh-t, told her “keep it together”
i’m with the gang and we slidin’ together
money come in, i combine it together
ridin’ or dyin’, we dyin’ together
sad about some, then we cryin’ together
late then we late, we on time together
if i say that i love you, you mine’s forever
(yeah)
but too many b-tches is fine in here
somebody go check the time in here
if i hit it, i’m spendin’ some time in her
impatient with sh-t, i be timin’ her
i’m mindin’ hers, she mindin’ hers
i might pop out outside with her
don’t open that bag bae, my fye in there
in love with the wock, man it’s finer than her
give it a name, then i’m linin’ her
you looking for
you ain’t findin’ him
stack up the bands, man i’m drownin’ in em’
if he act like a b-tch then i’m bound to hit em’
he talkin’ hot like we doubtin’ him
so we sendin’ them shots all around his fitted
“aghuuda how you did it like that?
got bands, got bands, got bands
then you did it again.”
i made her blocked on snapchat
but if she comin’ around then i’ll hit it again
already know if that ass fat
if when she walkin’ around, sound like clappin’ them hands
your b-tch is a thot, you part of the plan
you swear that’s your b-tch, you love her to the end
that’s your b-tch? i swear it depends
like how you ain’t mad that she f-ckin’ your mans?
talk on the gram’ but you duckin’ them hands
put that pressure on em’, just to see if he bends
i’m high as f-ck, i don’t know when i’ll land
at least when i do, i’ll be richer than him
b-tch i’m him, like who am i kidding
soft ass p-ssy, you some like a kitten
you fakin’ your vibe, just so you could fit in
that ain’t finna fly, send it back to the kitchen
you know aghuuda, that youngin’ who did it
i’m takin’ my dub it’s the fight of the fittest

- aghuuda

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