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letra de majin buu - bbyafricka

[chorus: bbyafricka]
just leave it to me
he was the [?], i am the boss, i’m the don
just leave it to me
i’m everything you wished you’d be
can’t hit it, said she need a key
these b-tches, they envyin’ me
[?] when you ridin’ it, like k!llin’ the beat
you know i can handle it
beat the p-ssy up, dismantle it
hit it up just like the [?] do
you never listen, can’t talk to you
p-ssy appear like you’re majin buu
baby, [?], got jimmy choos
know i’m a player like [?]
[?] what i did for you

[verse 1: bbyafricka]
i’ma give you the whole world, baby, just gimme some time
baby, just gimme a line, this b-tch tellin’ you lies
change the [?], i’ll get you to climax
and i don’t mean to brag
i [?] bag
you is not one to brag, and you is not one to lag
and then she got all the sass, she shake it, i throw her the cash
you can get hit on your lip, hm, try me, you know i won’t miss
this is not grade school, but i will degrade you
[?] now, send you back to your mama house
a lil hoe ass n-gga, yeah, i see you hidin’ out
hm, b-tch, i see you hidin’ out
mm, b-tch, mm, mm, mm, hm
[verse 2: zelooperz]
[?] show her love [?]
invest in some [?] like magnolias
p-ssy got me jumpin’ it high like a toaster strudel
babygirl, your booty smooth like cocoa b-tter lotion
beat the p-ssy [?] baby, hard not to notice
[?] sign a contract, take it back
every thing [?] free my n-gga, i want him back
[?] runnin’ through like mad max
p-ssy sweet like maple wood, can’t suffer from [?]
hoes so hungry, on my kunckles had the diamond dash
i can play tic tac toe on a hoe hockey mask
if you ain’t tryna buy a piece, you should buy a bag

[verse 3: quadie diesel]
i came with a condom, condescendin’
i feel like frankie lymon with the women
[?] from the back, break her spine ’til i dent it
b-tches see my outfit, say it’s givin’
rip [?] won’t catch me slippin’
i’m stuck in [?] and usin’ addition
mike tyson the way i do it [?]
fettucine [?] and movin’ them b-tches
i got a b-tch that suck the soup out your dishes
i got a b-tch, we comin’ through with prescriptions
[?] they don’t know what to do with my misses
demons on me don’t do louboutin christian
got a b-tch breakin’ her neck like she mystery
b-tch [?] and i’m hissin’
pull up in a n-gga [?] with a vixen
i could still get you that from a distance
[chorus: bbyafricka]
just leave it to me
he was the [?], i am the boss, i’m the don
just leave it to me
i’m everything you wished you’d be
can’t hit it, said she need a key
these b-tches, they envyin’ me
[?] when you ridin’ it, like k!llin’ the beat
you know i can handle it
beat the p-ssy up, dismantle it
hit it up just like the [?] do
you never listen, can’t talk to you
p-ssy appear like you’re majin buu
baby, [?], got jimmy choos
know i’m a player like [?]
[?] what i did for you

- bbyafricka

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