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letra de bitches - coco & clair clair

[intro: coco]
it finna ‘bout to snap the tea

[verse 1: coco]
i’m not the one the two or the third
b-tches be cluck clucking, oh that’s a bird
no time for the bullsh-t so f-ck what you heard
hoes wait ’til i dump a guy so they can get a turn
checkin’ on me so they can see what i be doing
always on the grind, always fine
that’s how i be moving
checkin’ on me, real s-xy
these hoes they be losing
fake nights and fake likes
who do they be fooling?
[verse 2: clair clair]
the only bread you p-ssies get is a yeast infection
i’m with bad boys and mean girls in thе vip section
i’m a big shark and my body’s perfection
i could nеver sweat a b-tch who talks sh-t for attention

[verse 3: marjorie sinclair]
big trouble innat lul china
baby stick and move unless you wanna die
baby pick and choose ‘cus i made up my mind
the way she jivin’ to it was a f-ckin’ vibe
she had me kinda zooted, can’t imagine why
my baby mind in ruins from them city lights
baby kinda losin’ me, she knew i tried
i made the time for truth but she still told a lie
living lavish baby, got a lotta guala
she my bangkok dangerous take no chances
prolly call my baby b-tch cus she my bottom dollar
b-tch in triple trouble, coco, clair, ‘n marjorie
damsel in distress, she callin’ out to god
i turnt them rags to riches made my family proud
i sailed a thousand seas ‘n seen a thousand islands
i lived a thousand lives before i found my calling

[verse 4: clair clair]
the prada the louis, both mine
your man and his friend, both mine
kissing my ass full time ‘cus i look the same offline
pathological liar
b-tch you’re flat like a tire
[verse 5: coco]
girl built like a vape pen and think that she compare
these hoes be fried like the tips of their hair
but me? i’m not worried bout a dill pickle b-tch
swagless while she’s copying my fit

[outro: coco & marjorie sinclair]
oh i think they like me, always trying to bite me
got the recipe and it still don’t come out like me
oh i think they like me, always trying to bite me (living lavish baby, got a lotta guala. she my bangkok dangerous take no chances)
got the recipe and it still don’t come out like me (prolly call my baby b-tch cus she my bottom dollar. b-tch in triple trouble, coco, clair, ‘n marjorie)
damsel in distress, she callin’ out to god
i turnt them rags to riches made my family proud
i sailed a thousand seas ‘n seen a thousand islands
i lived a thousand lives before i found my calling (yeah)

- coco clair clair

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