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letra de went west - aqua raps

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[intro]
ahh
yeah, stop playin’ with me, boy
[?]

[verse 1]
yeah
i got these crashout friends who gon’ walk in this ho, it’s gon’ look like it’s world war 3
i take his face, it implode it, put it in the ocean, you look like that one submarine
seven to thirteen, i been through it all, i been grinding, i know they look up to me
came from a place where we didn’t have peepholes, open the door and your n-ggas deceased

[verse 2]
gimme the uzi, i’m ’bout to shoot up this b-tch if they wanna talk up on the beat
i gotta do it, she got a problem with her, so i know she got problems with me
y’all n-ggas stupid, thinking i’m lеaving my house without holdin’ this glock and my keys
y’all n-ggas stupid, honestly you think you can makе millions without doin’ all of the work

[interlude]
ayy
that’s ’bout that time bruh like ayy
ayy when you say you like go kanye, you need to be like “kanye west!”
ahh, hol’ on, hol’ on, hol’ on, let me cook
lemme cook, lemme cook, lemme cook, hol’ on, hol’ on

[verse 3]
i can’t talk to these underground rappers ’cause turns out they all freaking f-cking with kids
i don’t even wanna be famous no more, i just want a hunnid milli in my pocket that’s it
i turn n0body out to a somebody, opp if he talk on the net he a b-tch
i do this beat like that one video, 2 girls 1 cup, watch me f-ck this sh-t, get it?
[verse 4]
always stress when i like this girl when she stomp, stomp on n-ggas
feel like lebron, dial me back in the 3 i’ma turn around, dunk on n-ggas
know i’m the sh-t, he know his girl be cheating he callin’ while my thumb up in her
know you a b-tch, that’s why i can’t slap your ass ’cause i ain’t no woman beater

stay in the mix like a kool-aid jammer
act like a b-tch you gonna stay in the pamper
i leave a o in his chest like nebraska
black n’ white strips on his head like a panther
honestly, my n-ggas not from atlanta
i take off his glasses and get ’em for ransom
i’m ’boutta call all my shooters
[?] makin ’em dancing

[verse 5]
fat n-gga turn to a dancer
skinny b-tch turn to a prancer
big b-tch came from new hampshire
shawty telling me ’bout family
broke n-ggas, ooh, i can’t stand them
all my n-ggas makin’ milli’s
she gon’ talk about me b-tch
i’m sit out act [?]
i hit that b-tch ’til her back ache
i [?] that b-tch my headache
all my b-tches call me “assh0l-”
love my music and they can’t hate
ride my d-ck until the bike break
she got problems with me too
she tryna f-ck with a neck brace
i ain’t really bring the lube
[verse 6]
back in 2016, i wanted bhad bhabie and belle delphine
nowadays, i can move just like it’s madden i go in the mansion they come with the team
i got the whole f-cking league, they wanna f-ck, it’s a dream, after that i clap her cheeks and go in the bed
then i go and catch up some z’s honestly i want some cinna

[outro]
ayy
ayy this album ’bout to twist the game, is it ayy?
stop playing with me bruh, real aqua sh-t, let’s get it
ayy, yuh!

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