letra de uav - che
[chorus]
i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (what?), i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (woah, woah)
i’m finna pop me a bean, i just wan’ f-ck on my ho, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i had to jump on the jet, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i roll the blunt with my check (blatt, blatt, blatt)
yeah, i kept my foot on the gas, she put my d-ck in her ass (let’s go, yeah)
i’m puttin’ the stick up like afghanistan, blatt, yeah
i’m cookin’ the motherf-ckin’ opp, i’m cookin’ that boy in the pan (pssh)
okay, we cannot push up the spot, i’m tryna injure the man
okay, yeah, i been sippin’ the wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
all of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin’ the bag, yeah, yeah
they sippin’ tabs with the feds, i told ’em, “jump on my hеad”, huh, yeah
i send ’em far, fеtch, okay, here’s a catch (blatt, blatt, yeah)
i let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
my n-ggas, we keepin’ the cool, my n-ggas, we keepin’ it clean
blatt, yeah, i f-ck her, she said she can’t walk, i f-ck her, she never wan’ leave (yeah, she never wan’ leave)
i-i-i f-ck her, she said she can’t walk, i f-ck her, she never wan’ leave (yeah, she never wan’ leave)
[chorus]
i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (what?), i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (woah, woah)
i’m finna pop me a bean, i just wan’ f-ck on my ho, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i had to jump on the jet, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i roll the blunt with my check (blatt, blatt, blatt, yeah)
i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (what?), i just wan’ f-ck on my ho (woah, woah)
i’m finna pop me a bean, i just wan’ f-ck on my ho, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i had to jump on the jet, b-tch, yeah
okay, i’m back on the act’, i roll the blunt with my check (blatt, blatt, blatt)
yeah, i kept my foot on the gas, she put my d-ck in her ass (let’s go, yeah)
i’m puttin’ the stick up like afghanistan, blatt, yeah
i’m cookin’ the motherf-ckin’ opp, i’m cookin’ that boy in the pan (pssh)
okay, we cannot push up the spot, i’m tryna injure the man
okay, yeah, i been sippin’ the wock’, it cost an arm and a leg, uh, yeah
all of the pain in my chest, she just be slayin’ the bag, yeah, yeah
they sippin’ tabs on the feds, i told ’em, “jump on my head”, huh, yeah
i send ’em far, fetch, okay, here’s a catch (blatt, blatt, yeah)
i let her bounce on it all day, trampoline
my n-ggas, we keepin’ it cool, my n-ggas, we keepin’ it clean
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