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letra de we go - cupid wavvy & yungboi10k

[intro: cupid wavvy]
yuh, yeah, uh, whoa
yeah, swervin’ in a foreign we go fast (whoa, keep it up gavin) (jean, wake up)
uh (we go) yeah, swerivin’ in a foreign we go, aye
swerivin’ in a foreign we go, swerivin’ in a foreign we go, huh
swerivin’ in a foreign we go, swerivin’ in a foreign we go
swerivin’ in a foreign (we go), yeah, yeah

[verse: cupid wavvy]
aye, swerivin’ in a foreign we go fast
only f-ckin’ on that b-tch if she got some f-ckin’ ass
i’m in a foreign, so you know i’m first and you’re last
my n-ggas ’bout that action, all my n-ggas fast
pop with my n-ggas, you gon’ die
it ain’t gon’ be a set-up, it’s gon’ be a drive-by
that ain’t no lie, cook that n-gga up like some pie
and that p-ssy sweet like a toaster strudel, i’m gon’ cook you up just like a noodle
that lil b-tch a dog, no poodle, whoa, no poodle, whoa, aye
and she blow d-ck, and you know this, aye, and i’m like carti with the three
baby, please don’t hurt me, f-ckin’ on that b-tch only if she curvy
only if she curvy, (if she curvy, if she curvy), oh (and i’m like carti)
yeah, your b-tch gon’ text me, hittin’ my phone like, “wavvy, can you s-x me”
aye, baby, you don’t impress me, you don’t impress me
n-gga, don’t test me, n-gga, i’m deadly, aye, huh
yeah, choppa gon’ give you undercut, f-ck with my n-ggas, shoot you in your gut
i f-ck on that b-tch only if she got some b-tt, yeah
uh, love the way she walk, love the way she talk
n-gga keep talkin’ sh-t, he get hit up with a glock, huh
aye, and my n-ggas keep the case, and my n-ggas gon’ beat up the case
and that choppa gon’ ? your face, uh
shovin’ on my d-ck, shove ’em out, then down her throat, yeah she want a taste
yeah, the n-gga get sprayed up like some mace
[verse 2: yungboi10k]
yeah, the n-gga get sprayed up like some mace
keep a 22, yeah, that sh-t is in your face
my girl steady touchin’, yeah, i bet she wanna taste
always getting b-tches, yeah, i bet you can’t relate, yeah, i bet you can’t relate, yeah, i bet you can’t relate
yeah, always on the top
b-tch i never stop, yeah, the grinding never stops
yeah, i’m running from the cops, yeah, i’m sticking to the plot, yeah
running from the cops, yeah, i’m sticking to the plot, yeah
poppin’ all these pills till i’m dead
seeing all these demons, yeah, this sh-t is in my head
yeah, i’m crying out for help but everybody wants be dead, everybody wants be dead, everybody wants be dead

- cupid wavvy yungboi10k

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