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letra de young g's - brody summers

[intro x2]
b-tches on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad
b-tches on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad

[verse one]
i’m a swanky mother f-cker
your b-tch mad, you’s a buster
she text me, you done f-cked up
she c-mming like a dump truck
you f-cking with the trillest
minds gone, that’s the illest
face numb, but no feelings
bomb head, that’s the business
she shaking like a polaroid
pull out game strong, no steroids
f-cked around and made hit boy
you’s a nice guy, she need d-ck boy

[chorus x2]
b-tches on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad
b-tches on my sack, swallow kids, hoe, call me dad
f-cking with some g’s, slap a franklin on that -ss
trippy getting lit, on her knees like its m-ss

[verse two]
you ignorant mother f-cker
stay b-tching, straight thumb sucker
acting like you going to dump on me
starring hard, then what’s up, homie?
you f-cking with that west side
young g, but no gang signs
don’t bang, so don’t waste time
test me, we’ll take flight
sip light, that purple sprite
ain’t slut, but she f-ck like
i’m like two syllables, to the boy i’m his bro
but the d that’s his hoe, leave your b’s at the door

- brody summers

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