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letra de born to mack - c.m.l.

[verse]
yo, i’m hotter than some pepper
this chess, not checkers
met her ass centerfold, and gave that b-tch a lecture
i was all over that b-tch like a sweater
i swear to god these n-ggas drier than a desert
broke ass n-gga, better get your sh-t together
ain’t n0body f-cking with me, ain’t n0body better
i’m hard on that b-tch boy, you softer than a feather
i only read hoes, i don’t read love letters
i don’t need your name, i call all my b-tches heather
stars in the ceiling, i’m a rolls-royce stepper
all she want to do is give a heavyweight pleasure
that b-tch was a f-ggot, so a heavyweight left her
my last b-tch bad, but my new b-tch wetter
i’m good on my own, but with you i look better
she told me she was hungry, so a heavyweight fed her
the hoe that you chasing, watch this heavyweight get her
up and down the motherf-cking track in this wraith
b-tch in the back, with that pretty ass face
i be all in her grill like mace
why the f-ck these n-ggas hate?
i’m great, i don’t cupcake
the only time she hear from me, on my lunch break
i’m having too much money b-tch, i need another safe
my sh-t overflowing, i ain’t got enough sp-ce
hoe i see you peeking, it’s time to start speaking
i’m so rich n-ggas tell they b-tches that i’m cheating
choose up with hank, over here b-tch we feasting
or you can stay up over there with him, and keep sleeping
b-tches pay attention, i be pimping, i be preaching
b-tches see me winning while you simping and you sneaking
these diamonds in my mouth got me grinning, got me cheesing
ain’t no secrets, i’m with all my b-tches in the meeting
talking through the wire, hoe i think i’m kanye
all up in vivid pimping, me and shaun j
pocket full of blues, looking like some bombay
b-tch i’m your daddy, f-ck what your mom say
louis v sneakers hoe, they cost me ’bout 12
i go so hard b-tch, i know i’m going to h-ll
b-tch i got rich just sitting up in jail
talking on my iphone, sitting in my cell
then i came home, and got bigger than a whale
them people on my trail, trying to hit me with a nail
i got a million dollars, still couldn’t make bail
i told her stop writing me, ’cause she couldn’t even spell
b-tch i’m a motherf-cking pimp and i’m proud
i’m tired of these broke ass n-ggas talking loud
looking like a d-mn fool, faking for the crowd
with that ugly ass b-tch, looking like a reptile
ugly ass b-tch look madder when she smile
b-tch i do some pimping, hoe you better check my file
them beat up ass uggs on, you really not my style
and go and fix your hair, ’cause you ain’t did it in a while

- c m l

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