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letra de #ftns - blakeiana

[intro]
why in the f-ck do you still got your location off?
give a f-ck, you wanna be down there in miami all f-ckin’ day, man, get the f-ck on, bruh
man
i just feel like n-ggas had they time
n-ggas had a ball, bouncin’ ass and trappin’
it’s my motherf-ckin’ turn
and we gon’ call this sh-t right here
f-ck-that-n-gga season
straight the f-ck up, aha

[chorus]
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him, f-ck him)
in traffic bouncin’ ass
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him, f-ck him)
ginger hair down to my ass
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him, f-ck him)
on n-ggas’ ass like the task
f-ck-that-n-gga season (hah)
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him)
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him, f-ck him)
f-ck-that-n-gga season (f-ck him)
man, f-ck-that-n-gga season

[verse]
i’m in the field again (hey, y’all), welcome back (what’s up?)
he thought this sh-t was sweet, i’m on that ass like the task
have a n-gga punchin’ walls when i get my get-back (haha)
ho ain’t playin’ with my feelings, if he do, he gettin’ whacked (bah)
confidence on overload, f-ck i need a n-gga for? (the f-ck?)
bank account fat apple, too much ass, my sh-t super swole (ching)
i can’t be f-cked with, hoes ain’t talkin’ ’bout not sh-t (not sh-t)
and any n-gga i’m sneakin’ with, we can pop out in public, ho
the mileage on this tw-t low, i call all the shots, ho
hate to see me comin’ like you hate to see the doc, ho
i owe you a hard time, boo, i’m on your f-ckin’ taco
i might tell you that you mine, but, n-gga, i am not yours
[interlude]
motherf-ckers thought i was too laid back, i had to sit the f-ck up
motherf-ckers trippin’ out here, like i ain’t ms. pull a him on him
gon’ f-ck around and find out
the f-ck? hah
dummy

[verse 2]
i’m on what you on, twin, that sh-t don’t feel good, ain’t it? (hmm)
that n-gga mad at you ’cause i let your ass have him (aw)
i’m a bad b-tch (yop), you more like a sad b-tch (ooh)
this n-gga still on my bumper, i thought i let you have it
f-d-n, n-ggas thought that i was playin’
my n-gga f-cked up, so i’m on bullsh-t with my friends
f-d-n, n-ggas thought that i was playin’
back outside reckless, i’m back in that field again (f-ck him)

- blakeiana

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