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letra de have you seen her? - bbyafricka

[intro]

m-v-w hey

[verse 1]

i be on the go
i be on the road
watch me stick aand move
watch me pull a b-tches hoe card
i was slidin through your hood heat tucked in my goyard
i’ll bounty hunt a b-tch
a enemy could never be far
ain’t a single b-tch harder than me that i met thus far

and b-tches never wanna play with me in person tho
you booked me and i wasn’t headlining bet i still stole the show
n—- watching like an owl you woulda thought he rep the ovo
b-tches watching b-tches hating and they stealing too
you seen me come up now
you thinkin that it could be you
lon like the b-tch no more she be f-ckin with whoopty whoop
b-tches nosey b-tches always beggin for the scoop

[chorus]
i’m lookin for a b-tch that owe me bread have you seen her?
she riding in a hoopty lyin saying it’s a beamer
heard bbyafricka here and she changed up her demeanor
not a maid but for the right price of bread i’ll clean her
lon like the b-tch no more she be f-ckin with whoopty whoop
b-tches nosey b-tches always beggin for the scoop
i’m lookin for a b-tch that owe me bread have you seen her?
she riding in a hoopty lyin saying it’s a beamer
heard bbyafricka here and she changed up her demeanor
not a maid but for the right price of bread i’ll clean her
b-tches was callin me a hoe now she wan toot
keep a white b-tch to the right side of me and she like to boot
you wanna beef with me on the internet but i like to shoot
i used to run up in them empty houses like gimmie the loot

[post-chorus]

have you seen her?
i’m looking for a b-tch-
have you seen her?
where the f-ck she go (where’d she go)
have you seen her?
i’m looking for this b-tch
have you seen her?
tell me have you seen her?
tell me have you seen her?
[verse 2]

i used to run through n—-s pockets make em empty out the loot
and i’m not beefing with no b-tch who think her n—- not my boo
and i’m not beefin with no b-tches over n—-s who deceased
that was you? he gon be mine again when him god and i meet
you think you ’bout it well i’m ’boutiter
ain’t never squashed no beef
yo b-tch think every thing i tweet be like a pastor when he preach

you loosen lazy with ya loyalty you can’t fit in the caliber
you a fluke and you fugazy
out of season check the calendar
100 round shots leave you higher than frank gallagher
a mythical entity a legend supreme chancellor

- bbyafricka

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