letra de 2:23 degrees - bby laana
see
i know
b-tches get tired of me
cause, cause i get tired of b-tches
eyes red, bloodshot, i ain’t bout to share this blunt
atm, [?], bank of america
bank over anybody, bank over everyone
yank his ass from anybody, stack it like a stair or sum
million dollar smile, motherf-cker that’s that cheesecake
made him walk a mile n’ did a hundred on his freeway
and yo n-gga he on dial, hold on b-tch i’m bout to do it
i been chilling for a while, fat b-tch you know i leave cake
money on my mind, sum tucked i got them hand bands
put me on the side tryna f-ck for some dead mans
f-ck [?] give her d-ck likе a fn
if she want the sunnyside lil b-tch gеt yo egg cracked
pop it, young b-tch clean she so poppin’
just drop em, drop em to his knees you better drop him
make him weak n get on top em, make him eat it wit no problem
make him treat me like his momma, get it cheesy with them dollars
aye i’m bout to call my b-tches cuz you know they get greezy
and why you b-tches always jawsin cuz you know that its easy
cute b-tch, face falling, sayin he swear that he need me
a floof b-tch, and ima call that, [?] right that i seen it but aye
what you wanna do, who you wanna touch
what you got to prove, cuz we don’t give a f-ck
come get at me brodie, we can line them up
heard you like it brodie, b-tch yo time is up
i’m bout to call my b-tches cuz you know they get greezy
and why you b-tches always jawsin cuz you know that its easy
cute b-tch, face falling, sayin he swear that he need me
a floof b-tch, and ima call that, [?] right that i seen it
but aye
what you wanna do, who you wanna touch
what you got to prove, cuz we don’t give a f-ck
come get at me wodie, waist shots line them up
heard you like it brodie, b-tch yo time is up
this n-gga want me to stop when he motherf-cking bust
like a motherf-cking bus at the motherf-cking stop
lil n-gga so wassup
is you ready for the pop
is you ready for the kid
cuz i’m ready for your guap, n-gga
ion trust a f-cking soul, even the b-tch in the mirror
and ay that b-tch is kinda bold, thats why i never get near her
i ease it up and then i rode, i f-ck it up ion hear him
i give him this to ease the cold, then shut him up like some syrup
b-tch, shh
shut the f-ck up
young b-tch pretty so you know i’m kind of stuck up
never in my [?] mane, you know i got my mug up
if you really rockin with me b-tch, show a f-ckin thumbs up
fleek b-tch, lookin like im tasting kind of sweet b-tch
weak b-tch, seven b-tches hating out the week b-tch
sneak b-tch, swiper no swiper no sneak b-tch
eat b-tch, harper dont harp her you get beat b-tch
l-a-n-a
well paid, well played
big money, lil b-tch
get money still hit
aye i’m bout to call my b-tches cuz you know they get greezy
and why you b-tches always jawsin cuz you know that its easy
cute b-tch, face falling, sayin he swear that he need me
a floof b-tch, and ima call that, [?] right that i seen it but aye
what you wanna do, who you wanna touch
what you got to prove, cuz we don’t give a f-ck
come get at me wodie, we could line them up
heard you like it brodie, b-tch yo time is up
you betta mind yours sis [x5]
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