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letra de another shot - damedot

[intro]
rell on the track

[verse]
1942, i just took another shot
i just bought a glock, took another shot
i just bought a watch (bought a watch), bought my b-tch a drop
i might drop the top, pull up on the block
head in with that straight fetty wap, watch his body drop (body drop)
this b-tch twerkin’ like she tryna break or some’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i brought my n-ggas with me, tryna take or some’
yeah, for real, b-tch, just tell me what you want for the night (how much?)
yeah, i can get you to me, b-tch, how much for a flight? (whew)
yeah, louis and gucci, i won’t show up in no nike (designer)
yeah, if you want some sushi, you gon’ have to pay the price (ha)
just woke up in the penthouse with a b-tch i barely know
yeah, drop it to the floor (yeah), my plug be sendin’ quotes (yeah)
this work came off the boat, what’s that white sh-t on his nose? (white sh-t on his nose)
get wifey ’cause i’m froze, chanel on all my hoes
i don’t wear vlone no more ’cause on the low, i be too fresh
i don’t even want your ho, but on the low, i need some neck
n-gga, i can be blind as a b-tch, i’ma see a check
n-gga, i got these jordan’s three months early, i ain’t need a [?]
i can’t hold back, where the hoes at?
i just drunk a whole eight of tris, took a whole nap
i ain’t even get that b-tch a towel, give that ho back
i ain’t even give that b-tch a ride, she took her own ‘cat
1942, i just took another shot
ar with a chop’, n-gga, pick a shot
show up with the guap, make her p-ssy pop
and she with the star, make his body drop
bro, he durant, he hittin’ sh-t from the parkin’ lot
this b-tch suckin’ like she tryna make or some’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i don’t know how you feel unless you say some’, yeah
let me know, ho, how much you want for the drop? (how much?)
yeah, dior shoes and socks, d spent eighty on a clock
get money ’round the clock, i put switches on my pole
up them rackades when i pose (rack), i shoot ’em chops for all my bros
i don’t drink patrón no more ’cause casamigos have me lit
i don’t want my old ho ’cause my new ho make these b-tches sick
n-gga, you can be blind then a b-tch, you can’t miss my wrist
you can’t get no ‘hind out my ho ’cause my b-tch too stiff
got some fire head off that b-tch, i just bought a fifth
the feds know i’m too legit, but b-tch, i can move a—
i’ma make that chopstick go— (frrt-frrt-frrt, cl!ck)
[outro]
frrt-frrt-frrt-frrt
frrt-frrt

- damedot

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