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letra de produced by my dad - benjicold

[verse]
say, hoe, leave me alone (leave me alone)
why this hoe, she talkin’ crazy? leave me alone (yeah, leave me alone)
i do not f-ck with that hoe, yeah, get off of my phone (yeah, off of my phone)
that n-gga stupid as f-ck, that n-gga still wearin’ vlone (wearin’ vlone)
hop in the muh’f-ckin’ scatpack, huh, i will not be back
hunnids and fifties on touch, i got it, n-gga’s confused, his ass, he bought it (huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
b-tch, i’m sick as f-ck, i can’t hear my voice (i can’t hear my voice)
n-gga, he talk so crazy, just like backstreet boys (just like backstreet boys)

[chorus]
hop in the [?], b-tch, yeah, i hop in thе slayer (yeah, yeah)
you talk on my muh’f-ckin’ brothеr, my n-gga gon’ point at yo’ ass (yeah, yeah)
hunnids and fifties and muh’f-ckin’ tens, yo’ b-tch, yeah, she all in my hands
i do not f-ck with these n-ggas, uh-uh, these n-ggas is p-ssy, they fed (yeah, yeah)
white hoe, she go brazy, uh, the little b-tch, you is mad (mad)
i pull up, then chop up the block, i chop up the block, n-gga, look what she had (skrrt)
that n-gga, he p-ssy, he broke, that n-gga so [], that n-gga so mad (d-mn)
i hop on the muh’f-ckin’ beat, i slide on the sh-t, produced by my dad (okay)

uh-huh, yeah, i slide on the beat ’cause i can
n-gga, he talkin’ the sh-t online on the forum, n-gga a p-ssy, a fan (a fan)
hop in the four-door trackhawk, b-tch, it slide, yeah, it slide on the land, yeah (ooh-ooh)
if i f-ck with that white hoe, yeah, he better have a tan (ooh-ooh, have a tan)
n-ggas finna pull up in a trackhawk, yeah, they pull up, not no van (uh)
finna pull off in a muh’f-ckin’ d-mn 350, you pull off in a []d-mn ram (skrrt)
lil’ b-tch, i connect sh-t like wifi, don’t-uh, need no lan (lan)
he a lamb chop, yeah, he a lamb, yeah, the g-19 go blam (lamb, blam, blam)
[chorus]
hop in the [?], b-tch, yeah, i hop in the slayer (yeah, yeah)
you talk on my muh’f-ckin’ brother, my n-gga gon’ point at yo’ ass (yeah, yeah)
hunnids and fifties and muh’f-ckin’ tens, yo’ b-tch, yeah, she all in my hands (ooh-ooh)
i do not f-ck with these n-ggas, uh-uh, these n-ggas is p-ssy, they fed (yeah, yeah)
white hoe, she go brazy, uh, the little b-tch, you is mad (mad)
i pull up, then chop up the block, i chop up the block, n-gga, look what she had (skrrt)
that n-gga, he p-ssy, he broke, that n-gga so [], that n-gga so mad (d-mn)
i hop on the muh’f-ckin’ beat, i slide on the sh-t, produced by my dad (okay, uh-huh, yeah)

[outro]
(skrrt)

- benjicold

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