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letra de i-285 - chavo

[verse: chavo]
yeah
i told her hop on 285 and make a left
once you hit the exit (do it)
she said i could do what i want to
i just gotta let the b-tch wear my necklace (huh, do it)
she heard i p-ss hoes, so she like that i treat her real special (yeah)
[?] the spot [?] told her that she had to make me breakfast (you heard me?)
keep the phone locked, i know if it’s not
i know her nosy -ss gonna try to read the messages (listen)
she on the team with me, had to count 15 with me
right here on the section (facts)
n-ggas know how i play
all i gotta say is keep this sh-t professional (mhm)
roll the grabba leaf, while she grab on me
and i end up blessing her (ha-choo)
can’t break her back, without breaking a slatt
or my headboard messing up (what the f-ck)
she know i’m in the streets
so when she call on me, i’mma end up texting her (sorry baby)
sh-t i f-cked her homie, keep it between me and you
she almost shot the messenger (say word)
i don’t know why i do the sh-t i do
i told her that i just like testing her (mmm, mmm)
but she know she can’t go back and forth with me
i just handled accordingly (never)
she know i had syrup with so soda
so she went to the store for me (thanks bae)
and when them doors close and them clothes tore
she a lil’ wh0r- for me (lil’ nasty b-tch)
when i drop cash on her and she stash on
i don’t want no more for me (cash)
everyday i thank god, that a n-gga found you (i found you)
i told you once, i’mma tell you twice
i don’t want no down hoes around you
i found out you in timeout, i’mma ground you (yup, ground you)
take you to the crib, put it in your ribs (aye, aye, aye, aye)
i’mma pound you
front ways, back ways, side ways
yeah, i’mma hound you (aye)
we go round one, round two, round three (ding ding ding)
that’s why i’m always around you
put the p-ssy on me before we exchange names
i couldn’t pr-nounce you (not at all)
a lil’ plain jane, but i bust it down at the fountain blue (throw it back bae)
tell me who you mad at?
n-gga who you poutin’ to?
i’m like steve from nickelodeon
always with my dogs and we counting blue
she said she need attention, i’m always sippin
so she threw out my mountain dews
i’m from the north she from the south
she said my accent is kinda cool
always rolling gas up, put her -ss on me when we in the room
how i rock this vlone sh-t, get her p-ssy wet
put her in the mood, she always doubt me
heard her friend f-cked me, knocked her out
like she ronda rousey, pink mesh prada tracksuit
and you know that money came up out my pocket
know we play for keeps, deep left field
pop up out i might catch a hommi
prada jeans tuck a fat “s”
and chanel scents come up off her body (off her body)
off her body, off her body
off her body, off her body

- chavo

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