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letra de trendy w yourstepdad - barretta

[intro: barretta]
i love you ixzi
you f-cking idiot
can’t [?] he deceased
buggin’ and tweeting my comments for weeks
b-tch i’m a dog, i’m a bark off the leash
stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak

[chorus: barretta]
can’t [?] he deceased
buggin’ and tweeting my comments for weeks
b-tch i’m a dog, i’m a bark off the leash
stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
b-tch, no you ain’t ball like me (no cap)
i don’t even like blue cheese
you ain’t even start what you did, you my seed (facts)
i don’t even stuff, white tee
know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
i don’t need dream like me
you ain’t еven eat like [?]
chuck up a piеce like reese
cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
cut ’em on scene no beam
he gon wanna call an i think he gon need it
[verse: barretta]
i can’t even serve no fiend
n-ggas will fall for a dollar, anemic
all for the dollar, don’t need sh-t
b-tch you gon pop out and polish my p-n-s
these b-tches sus, and they schemin-
(wait, wait, wait, did this n-gga just say polish my p-n-s?)

[verse 2: yourstepdad]
stand ten toes or fall for the weak
for the money she swallowing me
if shorty valid imma follow her tweet
brodie a fentanyl tweak
freestyle, i don’t need a sheet
p-ssy tight she don’t know how to queef
n-ggas lost they don’t know how to see
n-ggas duckin’, this no hide and seek
n-gga’s stuck he must be at his peak
shorty’s broke she must be outta meat
i cannot trust no treesh
postin’ a b-tch got me feelin’ defeated
step can’t rap like
that’s what it feel like when you gotta fetus
shorty talkin’ keep it brief
doing the homework she know i got reach
gimme 800 and we got a feat
shorty a milf she rubbin’ my feet
(did he just say a milf is rubbing his feet?)
shorty cool as f-ck, she do it for free
i beat up a huggy, he call him a skeet
(did he say she was rubbing his feet?)
[chorus: barretta]
can’t [?] he deceased
buggin’ and tweeting my comments for weeks
b-tch i’m a dog, i’m a bark off the leash
stomp on your sorrow, you fall for the weak
store all the knowledge, and bomb who you see
b-tch, no you ain’t ball like me (no cap)
i don’t even like blue cheese
you ain’t even start what you did, you my seed (facts)
i don’t even stuff, white tee
know she a thot, she gon trip on the beach
i don’t need dream like me
you ain’t even eat like [?]
chuck up a piece like reese
cook up the pots, we got feasts and the meats
cut ’em on scene no beam
he gon wanna call an i think he gon need it

- barretta

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