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letra de banshee - damedot

[intro]
skrrt (hmm)

[chorus]
ridin’ on a banshee with a banshee, huh (drrt)
brownskin b-tch with me got a fatty (mwah)
she gon’ f-ck for free, do you understand me? (do you understand me?)
the way she suck my soul out my body, sh-t was overwhelming (sh-t was overwhelming)
j-panese denim, never been to j-pan (nope)
nah, i can’t dance, i can only cook grams (that’s it)
tell me why my opp b-tch told me she a fan (haha)
that boy turn a boy to a motherf-ckin’ man (hrrr)

[verse]
i’ma take a whole brick and turn that b-tch to sand
and make another— do you know what i’m sayin’? (yeah)
she want a boss with money, i got plenty (i got plenty)
take the rubber off and shot the nut all on her fenty (ayy)
i need ten thousand for a sixteen (racks)
all this rose gold and vs1’s, you can’t miss these (woo)
money, money, money all i think about (all i think about)
n-gga, i must be blind, i ain’t seen a drought
if i ain’t got a hundred, i ain’t leavin’ out (i ain’t goin’ nowhere)
if i can’t bring my hundred-round with me, i don’t leave the house
let this f&n off, have you bleedin’ out (bah)
n-gga say the wrong sh-t to me, i get to tweakin’ out
i seen my opp’s story, i done peeped the house
we gon’ be creepin’ the f-ck in when they leavin’ out (shh)
she wanna f-ck from the back and i’m bool with that
if she don’t got no ass, what the f-ck i’ma do with that?
i just bought the louis belt and shirt with the shoes to match (everything)
b-tch, who the f-ck you talkin’ to? ho, you been a rat
i just got the head, that’s the end of that (i’m through)
shoot a n-gga in his head, he need fix-a-flat (d-mn)
she want me to settle down, but i ain’t into that (uh-uh)
if i don’t like the work, i’ma send it back (come get this sh-t)
b-tch, how much you want for that kitty-cat?
what would you do for a birkin? (birkin)
what would you do for a surgery? (a tummy-tuck)
hmm, who i’m gon’ call if it’s an emergency? (brrt, brrt)
why these p-ssy n-ggas wanna murder me? (why?)
i don’t need no liquor, baby, perky me (where the percs at?)
outside matte black, inside burgundy
i bet a b-tch with no ears probably heard of me (huh?)
i bet a b-tch with no legs try to come with me
i thought a b-tch with no lips said somethin’ to me
we’ll spin a n-gga block for a hundred weeks
this one chain i got on cost a hundred-piece
i just ran off on a n-gga for no reason
he say the dog fire, i’ma have to believe him (no cap)
i’ll put a play on a preacher
i’ll spend a bag on a teacher
[chorus]
ridin’ on a banshee with a banshee (skrrt)
brownskin b-tch with me got a fatty
she gon’ f-ck for free, do you understand me? (do you get it?)
the way she suck my soul out my body, sh-t was overwhelming (i couldn’t believe it)
j-panese denim, never been to j-pan (never)
nah, i can’t dance, i can only cook grams
tell me why my opp b-tch told me she a fan (haha)
that boy turn a boy to a motherf-ckin’ man (ooh, rell)

- damedot

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