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letra de fbe - cantrell & vada veli

[intro: cantrell]
(northeastern beats)
look

[verse 1: cantrell]
i’ma get it in off flex
the free gon’ eat ’til it’s no more left
from now on, better guard your chest
’cause i’m on this sh-t like a full-court press
all we ever do is keep it honest
the way we kick sh-t like a cleft foot punted
if you gon’ f-ck him, better get somethin’ from us
your podcast, n-gga, that’s a f-ckboy sonnet
dudes just talk to hear themselves talk
dudes just rap to hear themselves rap
like mmm-somethin’-somethin’, dum-dadum-dum
got the will of a will, you pop, you get slapped
f-ck what it cost, this drip, i’m gon’ floss
goin’ d-mn near broke, it’s all for the hoes
five missed calls, this bih on my b-lls
man, it’s easy, she seen the check, i’m on go
[chorus: vada veli]
out all night, but wanna sleep on me
you gon’ have to chill with the fbe
every time i leave, you the fbi
sorry, baby, you are not that guy
i just want a king with ambition, you a flex
ladies, he ain’t check if you was home? it’s a text
i know that your ex probably feelin’ every syllable
you ain’t givin’ me the bare minimum, please

[verse 2: cantrell]
i been on a road that’s closed for long
i been working out so i can flex and drop bombs
get a clue, dawg, hundred percent, that’s all ours
get a rupaul, get you a drag, i want smoke
i’m on loop, y’all, i got a bag, but no soul
i’ma f-ck it up like getting rode by p-rnstar
hoes showing up, i never drove a foreign car
i’ma post up, get me a fl!ck, they gon’ swarm

[verse 3: vada veli]
hippy hibachi mami fold paper like origami
anybody wanna harm me, they gon’ have to bring an army
yeah, it’s been a minute, but i’m back with the jump-off
tell elon make a telsa with the top off
second guessin’ what god made firsthand?
i’m the type to make ’em go to the beach and bring sand
that hot, baby, yeah, i’m that chick
braggin’ ’bout that c-class, i treat him like he average, uh
got coins, wanna put ’em in my bank
but what’s between my hips is not a piggy bank
pockets on swole, all about the cake
then you wonder why you could never elevate
’cause all you wanna do is party
i be in the studio, they really seeing me hardly
big fro, custom ferrari
all black, angela davis barbie
[chorus: vada veli]
i just want a king with ambition, you a flex
ladies, he ain’t check if you was home? it’s a text
i know that your ex probably feelin’ every syllable
you ain’t givin’ me the bare minimum, please (the world famous)

- cantrell vada veli

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