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letra de baby o$ama - almighty jay

[part i]

[chorus]
i can show you how to— (stunner)
i can show you how to put—, brrt
my ho wearin’, she put this sh-t on
she a high-class, b-tch, she get what she want
huh, first class, b-tch, f-ck, hold on (stunner)
first class, [?] sit in the front
we go belt to ass, we ain’t givin’ sh-t up
(on the high-speed, on the high-speed, on the high-speed, on the high-speed)
on the high-speed, only time that we rush
lil’ twin pull up, f-ck, brrt

[verse]
freak b-tch pop out with a sl-t
took three xans, n-gga, what’s up?
i’ll boss a b-tch up for a—, hold on
bad b-tch, had to buy her a b-tt
we did this sh-t, they know what’s up
skip the talking, i’ll pay you to f-ck
on my nerves, had to tell the b-tch hold on
fell asleep, i done stood a b-tch up, huh
why the h-ll she tryna meet my momma, huh?
slim thick on her, baby, i’m f-ck
slim thick on her, baby [?]
two planes, i’m with baby osama
i can show you how to—, brrt
i can show you how to put—, f-ck
rick owens on my ho, she can get it
i’ma drink nine, feel like [?]
i’ma drink nine, feel like—, dri-drink nine-ni—, f-ck
n-gga, i’m not tryna kick it
pull my pants down, she keep grabbin’ my ricky
we gon’ spin that boy sh-t ’til we know that he dizzy
(two planes, i’m with baby osama)
[chorus]
i can show you how to—, f-ck
i can show you how to put—, brrt
my ho wearin’, she put this sh-t on
she a high-class, b-tch, she get what she want
huh, first class, b-tch, f-ck, hold on
first class, [?] sit in the front
we go belt to ass, we ain’t givin’ sh-t up
(on the high-speed, on the high-speed, on the high-speed, on the high-speed)
on the high-speed, only time that we rush
lil’ twin pull up, f-ck, brrt

[part ii]

[intro]
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck-f-ck
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck-f-ck-f-ck-f-ck

[verse]
on the high-speed [?]
nose bleed, i been runnin’ up (yeah, no, f-ck, f-ck no, shawty, no)
ten bags, she ain’t gotta get one
type sh-t, she know i’m the one (one)
shot that boy, had to run it up (boy, had to run it up)
gave a belt to that boy like my son (insane)
double s, n-ggas tryna be us (be us, yeah)
give a f-ck ’bout these hoes, they get crushed (yeah, crushed, ah, f-ck-f-ck, crushed, huh-huh-huh)
took a fine b-tch up in that lenox (lenox)
i don’t care ’bout this sh-t, i spend it
i can never sell that b-tch now (no)
i feel like i changed for the better (yeah)
she gon’ try the gang, double letter (s)
vvs chains, i’m a stepper (brrt)
i been sippin’ drank, i can’t help it
bag full of money, you can smell it (mine)
shawty look like baby osama
she tryna [?] (f-ck)
[outro]
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck-f-ck
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck
f-ck-f-ck-f-ck-f-ck

- almighty jay

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