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letra de coke wh0re - bigglockshotta

[intro]

glo!
(dunchacha, dunchacha, dunchacha, dunchacha)
uh huh
(dunchacha, dunchacha, dunchacha, dunchacha)
ok
yeah!
i wanna line i wanna line, i wanna line i wanna line, i wanna line i wanna line, i wanna line i wanna line!
(i wanna ride i wanna ride, i wanna ride i wanna ride, i wanna ride i wanna ride, i wanna ride i wanna ride!)

mula! (laughter)

[verse 1]

i can’t be a b-tch in distress, i’m the reason her n-gga stay stressed. in miami today tomorrow it’s houston, woke up in a city much crueler. phone ringing the money keep calling, i answer, say baby i’m coming. you broke and you walking, can’t talk to me we don’t have nothing in common. conversation can turn to a situation, just know i don’t do no hesitation. pretty b-tches like me out on vacation, you pull up now it’s f-ck it wе segregated. p-ssycat rеal wet like fiji, oh it’s good? and it’s tasting like kiwi. he asking me questions, like d-mn it’s so wet do you have a squeegee? take a dive in this p-ssy, i’m ontop he under, it’s running all over his face, he wanna wife me, unt unt boy i’m straight, this sh-t was only a date no debate. flowers on me, i look like a vase, money on me, look like a briefcase. free my n-gga, he just beat his case. like a ruler i know that he straight

[verse 2]

(laughter)

pass the dutch it get ashed on, heard you only with that hoe cause that’s a n-gga that i passed on. heard you don’t like me cause she don’t, where your backbone. you the type to get jumped in your own home. they might go for anything but i can’t go for none of that. all a hoe could do for me and show me where them hunnids at. after that i’m blocking that and probably never calling back. glo cutthroat when i go and ain’t no coming back. heard you wanna drop me, baby come pop me. i’m right here baby you know where the opps be. fix yo face baby why you looking lopsidedly, everything that i do y’all copy. you ain’t what you say you on, why you still ain’t shot me? glo ride the pony, these b-tches they not it. they f-cking for bags, f-cking for cash, if i was a n-gga they can’t be my option. i can’t get caught up with a coked up b-tch what you talking bout. got the whole world fooling on her tongue, but they don’t know in real life she all mouth. and if a n-gga pull up with some bands, be she end up in a van with her drawls off. i’m like scr-ppy in a dog house, don’t make me bring my paws out, she made me bring my brawl out. who want smoke cause i’m popping it, i ask her for the lo, she still ain’t dropping it. fly out to miami, said i’d bring her, she believe a trick, on real weazy sh-t, we ain’t having it. she don’t know that her n-gga on the low, f-cking on her lil bro while she off doing shows. the combos had me thinking on the low, how you tryna sell some p-ssy for some dough? how you try to fly me out and pimp me on the low? told me i can’t pull my phone out, “we in a different zone now.” but it’s in your friends name, so it ain’t yo own house. you call it a penthouse, i call it a rent house. let me vent now, you think you a pimp now, but you broke as f-ck. remember when you asked to be my manager? but i don’t f-ck with you cause you switched up. you look as old as a granny. didn’t you run from moni? no make up you look like a zombie. and all for a weak ass story back on phoenix hip-hop u even ate out your mommy. i could never grow up to be you. you not a role model to look up to. oh i’m not truthful? well let’s pull up google. i drop my lawsuit , adore dropped yo ass too

[chorus]

m, you just got mopped and you knew it
u, you blew it up when you blew it
l, didn’t let me on stage because i got you pressed, why you ain’t do me like you did big lex? you say you an eater you eat it up. how you so high with no lean in yo cup? i seen the video, f-cking all on the floor, all on the stripper pole, didn’t give no f-ck. b-tch you could never, win a fade with me you know i’m better. got the free buns i got free cheddar, would f-ck your man, but i can do better, b-tch
a, a is for all of it. that i’ve been through since your fake ass cabaret, took some hate from a d list celebrity. i am the one and you know so you mad at me. your fashion is ass, your music is trash, your n-gga grew braids that don’t go past his back and he really a b-tch. come to chicago, get hit with a switch
[outro]

auntie time is ticking, it ain’t easy. she never want to squabble in the streets, she wanna be me. they thought i was a stripper when they seen me on tv, now i don’t wanna go back to the strip club dd

- bigglockshotta

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