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letra de ayeee - ann marie

[intro]
ayy

[chorus]
ayy, all my b-tches bad and they with the sh-ts
if it ain’t about a bag, it’s irrelevant
i got all these b-tches mad, yeah, they h-lla bent
now i ain’t f-ckin’ on these n-ggas, b-tch, i’m celibate
ayy, all my b-tches bad and they with the sh-ts
ayy, if it ain’t about a bag, it’s irrelevant
ayy, i got all these b-tches mad, yeah, they h-lla bent
ayy, i ain’t f-ckin’ on these n-ggas, b-tch, i’m celibate

[verse 1]
ayy, if it ain’t about the money, what the beef about? (what?)
my name stay in b-tches mouths, what they be about? (what?)
they know i’m gettin’ money, now i guess they want the clout (okay)
now you can’t stick yo d-ck in me, but you can give me mouth
ayy, i’m real disrespectful when that henny in me
b-tches got a lot to say but quiet when they runnin’ to me
b-tch, if i ain’t sendin’ for you, you should not be comin’ for me
all my n-ggas trained to go, you know just how they comin’ for me (boom boom boom)
bang, every time you see me, you see me with gang
b-tch, i’m yo n-gga pick ’cause we are not the same
and i don’t need a n-gga, money ain’t a thing
but it never make me change, i’m just sayin’, ayy ayy

[verse 2]
little b-tch, but i make big plays
all these hoes gettin’ boring, tell these b-tches make waves
i don’t really give a f-ck what a b-tch gotta say
i’m just tryna get money, get bread, get paid
man, these hoes gonna drown tryna copy the wave
don’t f-ck with too many ’cause b-tches be fake
talkin’ that sh-t, tell ’em make somethin’ shake
and he ain’t been the same since i sat on his face
ayy, bad b-tch and i only f-ck with bad b-tches
never catch me f-ckin’ with a lame, i f-ck with savages
never heard about me gettin’ dragged, no, i ain’t havin’ it
every thing i drop, it hit a mil’, that’s what i”m averaging

[chorus]
ayy, all my b-tches bad and they with the sh-ts (ayy ayy)
if it ain’t about a bag, it’s irrelevant (ayy ayy)
i got all these b-tches mad, yeah, they h-lla bent (ayy ayy)
now i ain’t f-ckin’ on these n-ggas, b-tch, i’m celibate (ayy ayy)
ayy, all my b-tches bad and they with the sh-ts
ayy, if it ain’t about a bag, it’s irrelevant (okay, okay)
ayy, i got all these b-tches mad, yeah, they h-lla bent (okay, okay)
ayy, i ain’t f-ckin’ on these n-ggas, b-tch, i’m celibate, ayy

[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy ayy
ayy, ayy ayy
b-tch

- ann marie

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