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letra de bmd - bbyafricka

[intro]
doitlevi

[verse]
say life a dream but it’s a scary movie
[?] i wouldn’t hold him to it
you gave a b-tch the gun, ’cause you know she do it
[?] business, bet she get into it
thought she broke the contract, but i add her to it
i could never stop, b-tch, ’cause i’m scared to lose it
b-tch, i’m g*nius, think i’m finna lose it
you been givin’ me your word, and i’ma hold you to it
see me gettin’ out the mud, you see me get through it
gotta [?] out strong, how to get me through it
b-tches movin’ kinda slow, i picked it up and move it
if you say you not a p-ssy, prove it
now i let all these n-ggas go before i get to shootin’
this sh-t is finna [?] i guess i was choosin’
you got a dry p-ssy, p-ssy got eczema
they tried to fit you in, [?] fit the schedule
n-gga [?] back, where the rest of them?
b-tch you get a 4-4 and the rest of them
i feel like i woke up from the dead, i woke up at the west end
this n-gga ask me what i claim, he shoulda guessed the west end
no, i can’t pull up with no hoe ’cause i ain’t go no friends
he [?] beat it up, finna go in
don’t go in the p-ssy if you can’t go b-lls deep
he got mad, said that i’m a hoe, well how you fall for me?
n-gga dropped all his hoes, n-gga dropped the ball for me
cannot be invisible, gotta be [?]
if you f-ck with me [?] try to make the rules
sike b-tch, it’s my life, yes, i only make the rules
did this sh-t alone, b-tch, i used my own tools
you got fake diamonds, i got you turnin’ jewels
was a straight shot, like she playin’ pool
i’m the wave and you a splash, kids in the pool
i made a n-gga jaw drop, made a n-gga drool
you n-ggas look [?] and i ain’t talkin’ [?]
i cook my own sh-t, heat it up, put you in the recipe
i’m way too high, yeah, you can’t get next to me
i just seen you post a brand new b-tch, why you stressin’ me?
she a spandex hoe, she is not me
n-gga only made bands off ppp
baby, that is not enough for me
n-gga can’t get enough, can’t get enough of me
if i was catfish, baby, i’m the real thing
[?] talk and tell ’em how you ate it from the cootie to the booty
i been runnin’ dough [?] i’ma always keep it [?]
you ain’t even see me comin’ ’cause i got a sharpshooter
you don’t wanna f-ck with me, baby, i’ll really do ya
now he wasn’t goin’ hard, and now i tell him never mind
never f-ckin’ with a n-gga for some bread, a n-gga lie
b-tch a big spoiled brat, yeah b-tch, i’ma need a lot
yeah, i’ma suck it sloppy ’til my nose got snot
brought this sh-t to paris, baby, that’s hot
you say i’m goin’ crazy, i ain’t even had a drop
b-tch, try somethin’ new, suck it with the pop rocks
started off as a hater, you a fan now
i just let the b-tch know that only god can break me down

- bbyafricka

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