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letra de bheches - brown nicc cheetos

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[hook: chime]

i got b-tches, i got hoes
i got b-tches for all my bros
b-tches
we got b-tches, yeah b-tches
on top of b-tches, yeah yeah

[verse 1: hamz, chime, brownie, zafa]

f-cking the b-tches, right in the kitchen
they making me dishes, drowning in riches
i’m on her wish list, i am so vicious
f-cked her so hard gave her the st-tches

they call me ambitious, these people won’t listen
i don’t got a dream man this sh-t is a vision
i’m gon’ be on top i said that is my mission
pull b-tches from thin air, feel like a magician

batata, tomata, hakuna matata
pull up on your girl and i play with her tata
pull up on the b-tches and go gratatata
i f-ck on my b-tch and then go to hamamya

these n-gg-s are cracking, i’m straight up attacking
these bitties are lacking, don’t know what i’m packing
pull up and i whack em’, won’t know what just smacked em’
they run and i track em’, they hide and i gas em’

suckin’ them b–bies, shmokin’ them doobies
hittin’ the boogies, run with the hoodie
shaking our booties, b-tches got cooties
[?] our rooties, treasuring goodies
brown n-gg- cheetos runnin’ the heat course
booty on my face got me thinkin’ bout nemo
p-ssy so bald swear it’s drowned in chemo
pullin’ b-tches left and right, think i got cheat codes

shawty so fine, i read all the signs
she wanna be mine, i’ll give her my time
she the last in line, i’m going all night but glivvy don’t mind
k.c she shine, a star in the sky, the top i don’t climb
b-tches i ride, lambos i drive, money i thrive
f-ck that b-tch ty, she only told lies so i had to say bye

[hook: chime]

i got b-tches, i got hoes
i got b-tches for all my bros
b-tches
we got b-tches, yeah b-tches
on top of b-tches, yeah yeah

[verse 2: zafa, chime, hamz, brownie]

i’m out here feeling hazy, the bitties don’t phase me
i get her to go crazy, i’m rapping like i’m jay-z
gotta make sure i’m checking the time
switching bitties, it must be a crime
rep this producer, his name is chime
my bars so heat, i’m running out of rhymes

gotta catch a flight cause my b-tch down in boston
pull up in a foreign, drippin’ like a busted faucet, watch this
b-tches t-tties big, but nothing in this world is bigger than my wallet, aw sh-t
brown n-gg- cheetos, we stay f-ckin’ spicy
bars f-ckin’ hot, but my wrist stayin’ icy
cook, clean, gimme head then you can be my wifey
got expensive taste, and that p-ssy lookin’ pricey

zafa on the beat, got the big boi meat
being with a me now that’s a feat
you rappers stink you smell like feet
naw i’m just playing you smell like defeat

hah, i’m hamz, i’m taking all the bands
i’m f-cking all the b-tches on regular plans
i’m born from the sand, i got f-ckin’ fans
she gave me her hands, i gave her the pan

b-tches are crazy, i’m just lazy
get the f-ck off me and just praise me
brown with a hoodie, wiped that boogie
you’re a rookie, ugly and mookie

copped a bad b-tch with nice br–sts
gotta f-ck that b-tch, then i nut on her chest
if you wanna battle me, be my guest
brown n-gg- cheetos, we the f-ckin’ best

[hook: chime]

i got b-tches, i got hoes
i got b-tches for all my bros
b-tches
we got b-tches, yeah b-tches
on top of b-tches, yeah yeah

- brown nicc cheetos

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