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letra de bool - blaatina

[chorus]
you ain’t never met a b-tch who gon’ do it just like i do
how i got richer than you and i ain’t even finish school?
b-tches hated on my come up they might fake try’na be bool
please come get yo baby daddy he won’t get out of my pool

[hook]
please don’t test me, might run off with your sh-t (aye!)
it can get hectic, it’s way too many sticks inside this room
i can’t stress it, ain’t worried ’bout no b-tch (h-ll nah)
you gon’ learn yo lesson – i can fix it whenever i got the tool

[verse 1]
aye, broad day, night time, we still hitting licks
call my phone, i don’t fight prime, pull up with them sticks
i don’t want yo baby daddy, he ain’t shootin’ he a b-tch!
but i see him looking at me, you can’t touch me i’m too rich (aye)
one pack, two pack, three pack, four
we gon’ flip it in the a we in the trap who at the do’?
aye, one strap, two strap, three strap, four (pah pah pah)
that’s how many shooters gon’ be aiming at yo- (grrah!)

[verse 2]
get money – in love with the green
strap with a clip and a .08 with a beam (aye)
so many brims in the building pop out to the scene
i don’t care how you been feelin’ all you b-tches greed
hoe don’t ask me who i’m with, i’m with my glock and .17 – don’t need id
and i’ma sneak it in, wherever i go it come with me (yuh)
this a gangster party i pull up to vip
and we sliding, big body, big foreign riding, b-tch don’t say you lookin’ i ain’t hiding! (b-tch where you at?!)

- blaatina

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