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letra de good luck, armani! - armani west

[intro]
i got that henny, my sister
i got that henny, my sister

[verse 1]
i’m a sad black b-tch in a sad white world
gotta throw it back if i wanna make it as a girl
he can’t bully on a b-tch like me because i fight the world
i’m depressed and look better irl
i be lookin’ at her n-gga, i’ma d-mn he tryna f-ck
i know that he got no feelings but he tryna catch a nut
i’ma sl-t, nevermind, i just think i’m f-cked up
i’m a little heartbroken, my body he can’t touch
but i shake my ass, fat booty b-tch, gon’ touch ’em toes
park it on the stairs, blast lip, land on his nose
drop a rope, kick the b-tch on fire, p-ssy like a hose
catch a cold, sneeze on the beat, i’ll say let it go
bouncing-diggity-bouncing all this ass he got around
like if i wanna take his money then i call on his account
better than your b-tch she a valley to a mountain
tell that b-tch start hanging up like a tv before i mount it

[chorus]
i been here i been there a hundred bands and underwear
got my hands up on my knees and i’m standing on a chair
long hair, never care, bend her over like an arrow
when he tell me come and ride it i act like we at the fair
[verse 2]
d-mn my money topped
lot of ass watch me walk like a boss
b-tch, i flyer than a moth pockets working rods
throw it back and then i toss his biggest loss, his biggest loss
when i’m crying in my room, don’t be knowing what to do
i be high as f-ck, trippin’, like i never had a clue
if i was a bad b-tch, wait, we already knew
heavy on the confidence, shout out to my baddies too
i be breaking rules, he break my back in
with a hood n-gga, hide the knock, bring it back in
in a srt at the club, tryna back in
how you gon’ be friends with a b-tch who wasn’t back in?
b-tches fake, take the plate, heat it up, and then i ate
first the plate, spit it up, then he beat it up like a case
yeah, i told him i was tall, but i stopped in third grade
f-ckin’ middle school, bullies wish that they was just in k, y’all text me
yeah, go on leave me alone, cut that p-ssy ass
n-gga, just stop blowin’ my phone
in my face, in my zone
booty fat, tryna bone
and i’m pretty with omega, baby, i don’t need a moan
we been talkin’ for some hours, say it’s money long
when i say i got that donkey, i ain’t talkin’ kong
and i said i was a rapper, i’ma crack it to my song
and if you my bad b-tch, go and sing along
[chorus]
i been here, i been there, a hundred bands and underwear
got my hands up on my knees, and i’m standin’ on this chair
long hair, never care, bend it over like a heir
when he tell me to come ride it, i act like we at the fair

[outro]
this is what i talk, this is what i talk
this is what i talk, this is what i talk
this is what i talk, this is what i talk
this is what i talk, this is what i talk

- armani west

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