letra de miley cyrus [og version] - che
[intro]
(pretti)
[chorus]
my life like s-x, pop percs and ecstacy
lil’ b-tch, bring the next, i-i ain’t read ya text (i don’t read yo’ texts, n-gga)
that lil’ ho so dead to me (dead), i woke up and stepped (step)
cartiers, i step (step), h-hermès jeans, i step (d-mn)
yeah, i’m turnin’ x (yeah, yeah), x, x, x, x, bi-b-tch
i just want yo’ neck (want yo’ neck), i don’t do the s-x
i don’t know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
she suck me the best (the best), yеah, she gave me bеck (wah)
she suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
smoke dope then i get dressed (what?), i-i don’t do no press
it don’t hurt to take some x, p-ssy n-ggas dead (pah)
bullets, hope you get it (checks), l-lay his ass to rest (pah)
[verse]
pocket full of fetty, countin’ checks, checks, checks
sheesh, i’m gettin’ guap, i ain’t stressin’ nothing less
jugg his homie guap and it might teach yo’ ass a lesson (big guap)
she just gave me top, and now i’m talkin’ to her best friend
we got sh-t on lock, so you know we ain’t never stressin’
and you know we on the top-shelf sh-t, just like jessie
i don’t think you ready, yeah, i know that you ain’t ready, yeah
bae, this sh-t got levels, i ain’t stressin’, it’s a lesson, yeah
just went [?] like micheal jackson
hoes on top [?] steady flexing
[?] think they pressin’ don’t know why they think they pressin’
che hold the fye’ you know sayso shoot the best
i just popped a x, swear to god like she so s-xy
[?] goyard mix it with the [?] yeah
you know [?] timing
all these [?] been mine
[?]
[bridge]
(t-t-this is ripmansion music)
ye-yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
my life like s-x, pop percs and ecstacy
lil’ b-tch, bring the next, i-i ain’t read ya text (i don’t read yo’ texts, n-gga)
that lil’ ho so dead to me (dead), i woke up and stepped (step)
cartiers, i step (step), h-hermès jeans, i step (d-mn)
yeah, i’m turnin’ x (yeah, yeah), x, x, x, x, bi-b-tch
i just want yo’ neck (want yo’ neck), i don’t do the s-x
i don’t know when we met, huh, b-bullets to his chest
she suck me the best (the best), yeah, she gave me beck (wah)
she suck me the best, eugh, shootout was a mess
smoke dope then i get dressed (what?), i-i don’t do no press
it don’t hurt to take some x, p-ssy n-ggas dead (pah)
bullets, hope you get it (pah), l-lay his ass to rest
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