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letra de modelo - canttics

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(canttics)

mixing the lean, in my modelo

play with her heart, like it’s a cello

she calling me, i don’t say h-llo

shots do not touch me unless they got jello

she got a fatty, and it’s my pillow

i’m in a crib that i found off of zillow

i need a b-tch that’s woke like willow

i send some shots hanging out of the window

thumbing through checks got my finger to callus up don’t give a f-ck cause i’m rich

(what)

came in this b-tch with my stick on my hip so i wish fir a p-ssy to trip

she left with me now she geeked off the molly she already started to strip

heat on my dresser i’m watching her dress up because i cannot trust a b-tch

i got a bag on me

i keep a sack on me

i hit the club and these b-tches throw -ss on me

these n-ggas goofy

they lame they mad phoney

i do what i want

i think that they mad on me

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