letra de death date - bbyafricka
[intro]
dirty sosa
n-gga think he leavin’ me
hey, hey
[chorus]
n-gga under three spells, he think he leavin’ me
n-gga, you a joke, you’re a player, you can’t beat me
n-gga, i’m a hoe, so you know that i been cheatin’
i been gettin’ money, and i know you n-ggas see it
all my exes hate me, think they mad ’cause i ain’t ugly
maybe that’s ’cause i’m the sh-t and all these n-ggas dusty
this year i ain’t sparin’ sh-t, n-ggas gettin’ robbed
break a n-gga down, you would think that it’s my job
[verse]
take, take, take, yeah, b-tch, i’m actin’ greedy
n-gga tried to play me but forgot that i ain’t green
you forgot i had the addy, bеt you’ll turn into a dream
and i know where your granny stays, so plеase don’t play with me
n-gga hate me so much, you would think that i’m his baby mama
i just cooked a baby, took the baby to the baby doctor
i’ma make ya hate me, i’m a nut, and i’m in all the drama
short d-ck, couldn’t even reach my super soaker starter
i don’t know why these n-ggas actin’ so surprised
know that i’m a hoe and you can see it in my eyes
i don’t give a f-ck, and therefore i don’t gotta lie
don’t be actin’ tough, n-gga, mama made you cry
he made me so mad, i started wishin’ he would die
if i see you with a new b-tch, i’ma make the b-tch mine
schizo b-tch, i’ma stab you in the eye
i hope you choke on a perc, and i hope that you die
not the b-tch you bring around your man ’cause i’ma f-ck him
might f-ck him for revenge, i’ma f-ck him just to f-ck him
suck d-ck too good, n-gga think i love him
n-gga, you’re a b-tch, wrack ’em like your f-ckin’ mother
brand new titties, i ain’t f-ckin’ under covers
brand new n-gga, so i know to use a rubber
how you let me run off twice? n-gga, you was suckin’ it
yeah, you’s a b-tch, probably learned it from your mother, hey
[chorus]
n-gga under three spells, he think he leavin’ me
n-gga, you a joke, you’re a player, you can’t beat me
n-gga, i’m a hoe, so you know that i been cheatin’
i been gettin’ money, and i know you n-ggas see it
all my exes hate me, think they mad ’cause i ain’t ugly
maybe that’s ’cause i’m the sh-t and all these n-ggas dusty
this year i ain’t sparin’ sh-t, n-ggas gettin’ robbed
break a n-gga down, you would think that it’s my job
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