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letra de house arrest type beat - babyswank

[intro]
i’m at- i’m at suecos, b-tch

[verse 1: babysw-nk]
they be tryna keep with the stacks
finna bust up on her face and then i blow out the back
n-gg-, why the f-ck is you mad?
took a trip up out of state and i came back with a bag

[refrain: babysw-nk]
i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch, i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch
i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch, said i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch
i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch, i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch
i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch ’cause that n-gg- is a b-tch

[interlude: dbangz]
sh-t, i’m already on house arrest (dbangz, can you eat my -ss)
might as well do a verse

[verse 2: dbangz]
i f-cked that n-gg- b-tch, can’t walk her out because of house arrest (nah)
b-tch, get on yo’ knees, i brought you here because yo’ mouth the best (yup)
you be on my d-ck just like these n-gg-s, baby, i’on stress (nah)
b-tch, i’m like a tiger or a lion, you my lioness (rrra)
[?] for the d-ck because you know that sh-t is imminent
i’m tryin’ to eat yo’ -ss, don’t really care if you ain’t into it (i don’t)
’cause “me” and “a grimy–ss n-gg-” is a synonym (same)
so put yo’ foot inside my mouth, i bet it taste like cinnamon (mm)
so if you ain’t gon’ open up that mouth, what i’ma finish in? (huh?)
wait, never mind, whip out them ankles, they a stimulant (yup)
be sure to call me papi ’cause i know yo’ dad a immigrant
but if you don’t, these hoes still finna blow me like a instrument (wait)

[verse 3: babysw-nk]
baby, i ain’t tryin’ to cuff, i wanna f-ck though, f-ck
he was talkin’ on the ‘gram, h-lla cutthroat, uh
hope he really bustin’ for a young ho
only twenty-three, off a bean, gettin’ dumped though
sw-nk, i’m a mac daddy
mac daddy
baby, do yo’ cat daddy
nah, that’s corny, don’t do that sh-t, please

[verse 4: lamont holt]
why they claimin’ what they did not?
oh, now they see the flames, b-tch, i been hot
my wrist got her dancin’ in this b-tch like it’s tiktok
leave a op’ in the back, wssh, ziplock
we got n-gg-s buyin’ views just to keep up wit’ us
leave ’em in the dust, my drip leave ’em in mud
wetter than a tub, my wrist rub-a-dub-dub
that n-gg- really b-tch, you just cover it up

[verse 5: jerh-ll]
down in the dm, talkin’ like, “what you been on?”
i think i got a ride you could probably try to sit on
hit me right back ’cause she know i’m ’bout to get on
she want it in her stomach, she gon’ feel it in her ribs though
[?] lubrication, baby girl, before your braces
[?] nice white teeth, but i’m actin’ like a racist
white teeth on black meat, now, baby, that’s a hate crime
open up wide, i need your mouth to have some hang time
lackin’ electrolytes, the way these hoes collect the pipe
i slide it in your throat, now i’m overloadin’ your overbite
need you hot and ready and becky gon’ let me get a slice
she smell like bad decisions with a lil’ hint of pumpkin spice

- babyswank

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