letra de living room - comanati
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[verse]
me and my n-ggas, we moving them kilos
never gon’ switch on my brother, that’s too low
you want bread, get up off your culo, betting bread with my n-gga kula
no, they can’t juke us, so many n-ggas acting like they knew us
ruger with a clip finna do them, n-gga thinking that he finna do us
got a bag, n-gga, you deluded, n-ggas on my d-ck like they fruity
i took his b-tch, slap the booty, my b-tch the baddest, she the rudest
my b-tch the baddest, but you knew this, she taking clothes off like a nudist
them boys not sweet, boy, leave you clueless
and that’s my flow lil brah that you took off with
your wallet hurting, bruh, pretty b-tches in thе living room, i still pick indica
that’s where the lovе is at
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