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letra de caution! - ​ayrtn

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[intro]
yo

yeah yeah, uh

(uh!)

[chorus]
sipping on my maggy
step up on my shoes
i’ll get to double tappy
n-ggas funny, ha ha ha
they come like eddie caddie
all you n-ggas fassy, talking wasseen, (ooh)
all these n-ggas preeing on my fasheen, (ooh)
after the show hop up in a cabby, cool
man i got the tooly in my handbag, (yeah)
strap up with the bible in my handbag, yeah
man i step with caution ‘cos i can’t lack
i’m in the bahamas b-tch i’m stepping on some white sand, (d-mn)
i can’t see n0body through these shades man
i invest my money, make my money do a payback, (yeah)
you better do it different or you fade out
b-tch it’s summer time, i’m tryna shine, i got my fade out, yeah
cracking omnisphere, security i had to bypass, yeah

n-gga thinking that it’s sweet
ain’t sh-t sweet ‘round here
my baby go brown hair
big packs of the loud here
talk sh-t but i don’t care
i got not beard, still a cute boy
i ain’t down with the making friends
yeah i’ve been snaked so i’m paranoid

i can’t f-ck, with you, anymore
n-gga sh-t like number two
my b-tch, she bad and rude
my sh-t, hot like soup
on fruit loops, make loops
i cannot f-ck with you n-ggas
i get to the figures
i be chilling with the gang (gang gang)
cute watch on my wrist
i let it gliss, that’s a light ten
if i don’t like you then you’ll know that
i don’t beg friend
money talks in the passy’ of n4’s mercedes
couldn’t care about your feelings
i’m just try a get paid g
and i’m chillin’ with aa, d3, 5h
i had jawns from bebo, msn, mysp-ce
you got bands, i’ll take that
bad one got her waist sn-tched
slave trade, payback
white airs, lace dat

(uh)

sipping on my maggy
step up on my shoes
i’ll get to double tappy
n-ggas funny, ha ha ha
they come like eddie caddie
all you n-ggas fassy, talking wasseen, (ooh)
all these n-ggas preeing on my fashion, (ooh)
after the show hop up in a cabby, cool
man i got the tooly in my handbag, (yeah)
strap up with the bible in my handbag
me, my n-ggas strapping, we ain’t lackin
and she looking nice you know i’m fin to blow her back in, yeah
i’m a paper boy i get them racks in
make it bang like cillit and i make it do a backspin (yeah yeah)
diamonds shining on me chandelier
used to be down bad now i just wipe away the tears
cheers!
all my n-ggas chillin’ over here
i got water on me you can catch me by the pier, yeah

man i step with caution ‘cos i can’t lack
i’m in the bahamas b-tch i’m stepping on some white sand, d-mn
i can’t see n0body through these shades man
i invest my money, make my money do a payback, yeah

- ayrtn

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