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letra de hibachi - ambjaay

[intro]
(ayy, it cost to live like this, you hear me?)
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[chorus]
she like, “talk to me nice”
my fit cost the price
if i could f-ck once, i could f-ck twice
i be thuggin’ with my posse, ayy
she a little hottie
i got sauce like hibachi
she like, “talk to me nice”
my fit cost the price
if i could f-ck once, i could f-ck twice
i be thuggin’ with my posse, ayy
she a little hottie
i got sauce like hibachi

[verse]
yesterday, i was broke with a cold feeling
[?], i thought i told n-ggas
she belong to the streets if she don’t go get it
b-tch, you f-cking with a go-getter
pockets got more bigger
my drill make the ratch match with it
two-tone thirty and it like to clap n-ggas
i’m with two bad b-tches, she throw her back in it
she give me that p-ssy, then i’ma hit the dab in it
where i come from, you do what you gotta do
i’m wearing louis, my family like, “i be proud of you”
i’m counting broccoli while she giving sloppy in the coupe
i’m on my body while i’m sliding, gotta pick a move
designer body on my b-tch, she a boujee diva
early in the morning, put bands in her cleavage
i be counting all this money while i speak to jesus
christians on my feet when i walk in neiman’s
we gon’ x him out, like tic-tac-toe
this chopper make ’em lean back like he fat joe
i do a b-tch cold, she never heard of a coat
i’ma run up the bands, i can’t go back broke
seen my first two-fifty, i ain’t even want to touch it
feel like demarcus, n-ggas claim they my cousins
life hit harder when you really came from nothing
you could give them your all and they still won’t love you
aventador got tint, haters can’t see me in it
she scream “amb” every time that i’m in it
[?], b-tch, i’m dripping
i throw them bands in the air, what a wonderful feeling
i’m young and i’m turnt, turnt and i’m young
poppin’ bottles of that ace, we be going dumb
they can’t hold me, i’m the sh-t, i got the runs
they still stealin’ drip, i’m the one

[chorus]
she like, “talk to me nice”
my fit cost the price
if i could f-ck once, i could f-ck twice
i be thuggin’ with my posse, ayy
she a little hottie
i got sauce like hibachi
she like, “talk to me nice”
my fit cost the price
if i could f-ck once, i could f-ck twice
i be thuggin’ with my posse, ayy
she a little hottie
i got sauce like hibachi

[outro]
(ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me? yeah)

- ambjaay

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