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letra de by me, featuring me - daefrmdak¡

i’m sippin wockesha i don’t do corona
she feel on my heater and think it’s a b-n-r
i talk to the plug whenever i wanna
they try to be snakes, but really iguanas
i’m f-ckin her face she look like madonna
p-ssy so great i might let her meet momma
i stack it and flip it and multiply commas
i’m counting up hundreds while in my pajamas
uh
hunnid round drum if you really want drama
these youngeens be spinning your block in a hummer
i’m laying pipe on your b-tch like a plumber
she wanna be my wife but i don’t even want her
i hit the gas when that boy get to runnin
why you hittin my phone asking begging for money
thеse b-tches really bе sweet like some honey
and broke as a b-tch man that sh-t ain’t even funny
youngeen run straight to the trap like it’s sunny and get to the money like church on a sunday
walk on the beat nah lil b-tch i be running
i got a freaky lil b-tch gimme head in a bonnet
god told me get to the bag so i put in the work had to show ‘em that i really want it
im really trappin from monday to sunday i’m used to this sh-t b-tch ian even yawning

(yeah) youngeen i ain’t even yawning
can somebody please show me who my opponent
don’t got a job but get money like tommy
your money like art man ts really funny
i remember days when a youngeen had nun now my pockets to fat now ts overflowing
(they ain’t ycb gang b-tch i run it
big dawg in this rap sh-t b-tch i does it
uh yeah yeah yeah
big dawg in this rap sh-t b-tch i does it)

uh i does it i do it i did it
i gotta big glock w some motherf-ckin titties
beef with the gang he get shot like some henny
he wanted some beef told his ass go to wendy’s
i’m kicking my feet up while he in the trenches
the way i be flowing they know that it’s different
they know how i’m going this sh-t off the mental
man i’m way to advanced i think way to fast
they try ride the wave they get sat on they ass
everything that i say is straight off the dome
but it sound like some sh-t that i already had
(uh yeah woah woah oh)
this just the way that it go u really want smoke
call on my shoota he get on yo ass
you run up on me tho b-tch i keep my toolio
make a promise to god that it’s gon’ be yo last
i cannot f-ck with a groupie hoe
she f-ck with the gang so that b-tch getting passed
that boy not getting no money he broke as a b-tch
and his motherf-ckin’ music his ass
like that sh-t is ass go drop that sh-t in the motherf-cking trash lil’ b-tch

- daefrmdak

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