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letra de bum - capella grey

[intro: capella grey]
na-na, na-na, na-na, na
record

[verse 1: capella grey]
i know you’re tired of sayin, “well, it’s the thought that counts”
you want a n-gga that’s gon’ take you out the house
you ain’t tryna hear no, “maybe’s” or “i’ma see what i can do’s”
that’s why you always tryna come through
plus, i know you know the whole city know your boyfriend’s a bum, uh
that n-gga mad dirty, now you first lady bum
oh nah, nah, that’s your type now, huh?
if that’s your type then you ain’t my type no more

[chorus: capella grey]
and i’m like, “girl, if you were mine” (if you were mine)
i’ll never waste your time (waste your time)
i want nothin’ but you girl, but you still f-ck with this lame

[verse 2: nick barnz]
pack it up, let’s get it
he don’t even got a name
probably wear [?]
same hoodie with the stance
fake belt and his yeezys lookin’ beyond measy
take it easy ’cause you know the whole city know your boyfriend’s a bum
ooh, let’s get it, tell that dude, pack it up
low top, black air force 1’s
laced up, to the top, choke up
it’s a mission, that’s the 3-2-1
you tappin’ out when i get deep in you
i stretch you out, i think he crease you up
girl, he don’t even speak to us
that n-gga soft and you only think he tough because he beat you up
let’s get it
[verse 3: viddyondabeat]
uh, yo
viddy fits be lookin’ d-d-d-dumb
but your ex b-tch goin’ to stick up for fun
she a queen and she slim, this d got her on the run (uh-huh)
i don’t trust n0body, my body’s a trust fund, n-gga
i ain’t playin’ 2020, my vision is 20/20
each pocket got twenty, twenties
i bag her without the goodies (uh-huh)
f-ck smokin’ vape like a rasta in the weed spot
got this b-tch screamin’ like the top off of the tea pot

[chorus: capella grey]
and i’m like, “girl, if you were mine” (if you were mine)
i’ll never waste your time (waste your time)
i want nothin’ but you girl, but you still f-ck with this lame

[verse 4: capella grey]
uh, uh
let me do one more
i know i just met you and i don’t even know you like that, but
can we skip to the part where i’m blowin’ out your back? ’cause
this n-gga ain’t hittin’ it right, i’m just sayin’, i could tell
and if he find out, mm, oh well
and she know the vibe
she want me to pull up on her, ooh, she want her thang banged
i f-ck now her ex a goner, she wanna be gang-gang
mm, yeah, like [?]
say my name one more time, yeah, yeah
[?], say my name one more time
[verse 5: bsmnt boy]
oh my god, uh
can’t you see?
i’m in my prime, livin’, c’est la vie
your man on some, “let me hold that ’til i get paid next week”
girl, he broke and i can’t play that cheap
he five on the bag, i might just get the ashes on the maybach seat
like that’s a sick n-gga, tell me what’s five fingers to six figures?
all the fl!cks with him, he violatin’ your big picture
how many ways can i keep tellin’ you that n-gga is a bum?
and the company you keep what you become
let me show you how i really give it up, for real

[chorus: capella grey]
and i’m like, “girl, if you were mine” (if you were mine)
i’ll never waste your time (waste your time)
i want nothin’ but you girl, but you still f-ck with this lame

[outro]
yeah, it’s crazy
i just met capella, he really produces
like a dj, what the f-ck?

- capella grey

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