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letra de harriet tubman - bay swag

[intro]
huh

[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, them n-ggas ain’t on nothin’ (i promise)
keep sayin’ he totin’ a chop, i know for real he bluffin’ (i promise)
every time i make a ten, put six to the side and tuck it (i promise)
they need to free all the bros, where the f-ck is harriet tubman? (i promise)

[verse]
she know i’m a nasty n-gga, show know to stay ready even in public (i promise)
wanna f-ck on the team, i won’t judge you
if i cheat, that don’t mean that i don’t love you (i promise)
if she f-ck me good, goyard louis v on the duffel
i’m goin’ cullinan
she know the rules, after wе f-ck her, ain’t no cuddling
if another n-gga hit my b-tch, keep it p, ain’t on sucker sh-t
don’t blow up my phonе askin’ when i’m comin’ home, b-tch, i’m hustlin’
and if that ho ain’t fallin’ in line, go get another b-tch
i been on zombie mode, my soda filled with a bunch of trish
hop on this d-ck, do a bunch of tricks
i don’t need loud, got a bunch of it
i’m havin’ too much ni-ni-nis
geeked up for real, that percocet, i feel that sh-t in my knees
picked up a pint and put down a p
chevy know my name, i bleed
that p-ssy wet, hurricane iovine
and i don’t wanna talk about the sh-t i seen
just got to your city, girl, ven aqui
that car too fast, that’s a redeye key
dolly can’t hang, woulda been that treesh
and i’m in the hood right now as i speak
ten thousand in twenties, it look od
all my fans, they be wildin’, they know i’m a freak
all my fans, they be wildin’, they know i ain’t cheap
i don’t look floor seats, go big old suite
come back with a dub and i leave ot
if you’re playin’ with mine, it won’t be no peace
my money too long, i don’t need no lease
talk crazy out your mouth, it’ll be no t–th
if it wasn’t for sean, it’d be no me
if you wanna be mine, gotta be low-key
when i go to the club, i don’t need id
i go ‘lenci head to the toe
worldwide sniper, better watch your ho
watch out for them hoes that drop your lo’
if all eyes on gang, he ain’t hot no more
[chorus]
these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, them n-ggas ain’t on nothin’ (i promise)
keep sayin’ he totin’ a chop, i know for real he bluffin’ (i promise)
every time i make a ten, put six to the side and tuck it (i promise)
they need to free all the bros, where the f-ck is harriet tubman? (i promise)
these n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, them n-ggas ain’t on nothin’ (i promise)
keep sayin’ he totin’ a chop, i know for real he bluffin’ (i promise)
every time i make a ten, put six to the side and tuck it (i promise)
they need to free all the bros, where the f-ck is harriet tubman? (i promise)

- bay swag

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