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letra de go first - dababy

[intro: dababy and stunna 4 vegas]
get it
go
look

[chorus: dababy and stunna 4 vegas]
ayy, f-ck it, i go first
it ain’t even hot and i’m still rockin’ no shirt (it’s hot)
ain’t stuntin’, no thot in this b-tch, know she gon’ flirt
you don’t hold the glock, then you ain’t gettin’ no purse
the f-ck i look like cashin’ out on a birkin? (f-ck)
i f-cked the first night when she see me in person (thot)
hit her for a while, i was up off a perc’ (uh, uh)
that b-tch booty big, baby thinkin’ baby got surgery
i clap when i hit it

[verse 1: dababy, rich dunk and stunna 4 vegas]
that n-ggas cap, he the type of rap n-gga
act like he grew up in the trap, but he didn’t (trap)
we gon’ clap at that n-gga, with choppas i flip ’em (trap)
lil’ bro drop a dime, i ain’t droppin’ a nickel (baow, ah)
i’m tryna nap me a n-gga (c’mon)
slide, you and your passenger, n-gga (let’s go)
you scared? then go see a pastor, lil’ n-gga
movie scene, b-tch, we ’bout action, lil’ n-gga (doot, doot, doot)
you know how we comin’, and i up it and dump it (baow)
sh-t, i’m into gettin’ some money (on god)
put dot on yo’ ass, he gon’ do it for nothing (grraow)
that lil’ n-gga broke, that didn’t come in his budget (baow, baow)
n-gga top got peeled, we go huntin’ (boom, boom, boom)
whoop a n-gga like he took something (b-tch)
b-tch, quit runnin’, n-gga, flip something (ha)
i know ya soft ass ain’t did nothin’ (oh)
i’m hittin’ these hoes by the four (thot)
b-tch, we the richest in the four (4x)
know we clear the business when it’s on (let’s go)
big dirty glizzy get ’em gone (come on)
she don’t eat meat, she gotta go (yeah)
we eat the beef like a fat ho (uh-huh)
chop make ’em lean back like fat joe (lean back)
get you wacked, n-gga, that’s what these racks for
if she tried to kiss me, b-tch, that’s a no, no
i make her hit the head, that’s a low blow (eat the meat)
i still do dirt on the low, low (ha)
we come spin ya’ bin in a four door (bah, bah, bah)
flashin’ all them lil’ ass bands in ya photo
have ’em spinnin’ in a van or a four-door (p-ssy)
give ya lil’ ass some work doin’ promo (come here)
put a n-gga on a shirt, he a logo (stupid ass n-gga)

[chorus: dababy and stunna 4 vegas]
ayy, f-ck it, i go first
it ain’t even hot and i’m still rockin’ no shirt (hot)
ain’t stuntin’, no thot in this b-tch, know she gon’ flirt (thot)
you don’t hold the glock, then you ain’t gettin’ no purse (uh, uh)
the f-ck i look like cashin’ out on a birkin? (f-ck)
i f-cked the first night when she see me in person (thot)
hit her for a while, i was up off a perc’ (uh, uh)
that b-tch booty big, baby thinkin’ baby got surgery (let’s go)
i clap when i hit it

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas, rich dunk and dababy]
i make her look back when i’m in it (uh)
in the dark ’cause my diamonds is dancin’ (ice)
ain’t ’bout money, won’t pay you attention (no)
put that wham in ya face if it’s tension (wham)
get to spinnin’ ’til we dizzy (go)
i’m mixin’ the lean with the candy (lean, lean, lean)
up fire in his face like a benji (boom)
i f-ck her, then left her abandoned (thot)
yeah, she call me mean and nasty (mean)
not clutching’ this glizzy for fashion (the f-ck?)
in the shootout, i’m shootin’ with passion (grraow)
got some n-ggas that’s really assassins (haha)
boy, don’t make us get on yo ass (don’t make us get on yo ass)
a n-gga test me, but i passed (uh-huh)
i get bored, spend a ten in saks (cash)
still, i’ll tear up your sh-t like tags (boom, boom, boom)
like go-go get on they ass (let’s go)
i was young but i been in my bag (the f-ck?)
these n-ggas be broke and sad (sad)
i don’t feel ’em, not even a tad (uh-uh)
buy, i don’t even look at the tag (uh-huh)
you know i’m a rich n-gga (rich)
i’m a lil n-gga with a big pistol (uh)
paid n-gga, i’m a b-tch taker
and you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch n-gga (it’s four, b-tch, look)

[chorus: dababy and stunna 4 vegas]
ayy, f-ck it, i go first
it ain’t even hot and i’m still rockin’ no shirt
ain’t stuntin’, no thot in this b-tch, know she gon’ flirt (it’s hot)
you don’t hold the glock, then you ain’t gettin’ no purse
the f-ck i look like cashin’ out on a birkin?
i f-cked the first night when she see me in person
hit her for a while, i was up off a perc
that b-tch booty big, baby thinkin’ baby got surgery
i clap when i hit it

- dababy

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