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letra de flick of da wrist - dababy

[intro]
you already know
you already know
aesthetic on the track, boy

[verse]
sweet baby jesus
check out the flick of my wrist
pull up in my whip with a b-tch who don’t ask me for sh-t
yeah, that’s how i like ’em, a b-tch with a check more excitin’
and she so conceited, she don’t even speak
try my luck for a week, ask her friend was she dykin’
she say more than likely, cool, ’cause i’m feelin’ like boosy
just got a fresh cut, i can see that she choosin’
and i don’t give a f-ck, sleep on me and you’re loosin’
lay on my chest and i rub on your booty
look me in my eyes and tell me i’m the cutest
but don’t get it twisted
i forgot to mention the pistol right next to me, b-tch, i’m a shooter
sh-t, ay, we gon’ stay away from all that, though, that sh-t gettin’ lame out here, let’s go
b-tch, i’m from charlotte, don’t know how to act
a lot of these artists don’t know how to rap
watch me put on, take the throne for my city
i got your b-tch out that thong on a wednesday
we hit the diner right after the club
when she see me, act like nothing happened in public
forever i’m secret, i never discuss it
he got that iron, that boy swear he be clutchin’
i look in his eyes, i can tell he won’t bust it
you know most of these n-gg-s be fake as a b-tch
never told on a soul, can’t relate to a snitch
and therefore we are not the same
your mama and daddy ought to be ashamed
should’ve used a rubber, gave birth to a lame
my sneakers the coldest, the way i was raised
pull up on ’em hoes rocking gold, switchin’ lanes
i’m sorry but i’m way too gifted for n-gg-s
persistence, i’m way too consistent on n-gg-s
city full of dogs, i’m the pick of the litter
f-ck the fame, the fame don’t mean sh-t to me, n-gg-
one of my freaks woke me up out my sleep and start asking about who i been f-cking
i told her she wasn’t my b-tch so don’t bother me, sorry, that matter’s not up for discussion
i got that cash on me like it’s monopoly, look at my pockets, n-gg-, them sh-ts bustin’
n-gg- used to be my n-gg- but f-ck him
baby jesus can’t break bread with a buster
love the way that she give head but don’t trust me
she make me feel like i could walk on water
she call me papi but she not my daughter
she f-ck with baby jesus ’cause i’m not normal
i was at south by southwest out in texas
performin’ walkin’ through the crowd like a veteran
all thanks to dinero, salute to my n-gg-, he gave me the platform, i had to deliver
at the last minute hopped on the plane with 2,000 cds, ended up on a stage
selling shows in three days, man f-ck all that playin’, they gon’ know about jesus
f-ck a hater, go ask your ho about jesus
bet she gon’ keep it in the low about jesus
but i’ll dap you like your ho not a cheater
i-85, .45 with four pounds of reefer
exceeding the speed limit
increasing volume on my runner speakers
b-mping that new baby jesus
my vocab astonishing, manipulation of wordly is bandishly lethal
how they gon’ hang with lil’ jesus?

[outro]
look at the flick of my wrist
woo, hold up, look at that b-tch, sh-t, i’m with it
baby jesus, jesus, jesus, jesus
f-cked up, i done invested in myself
got the yo in the crib, it’s over
you already know it
jesus, jesus, jesus
you already know it

- dababy

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