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letra de chinese fanta - damedot

[intro]
wait, stupid dog

[verse 1]
top down, ridin’ through miami, late night (skrrt)
leave in a minute, f-ck around, miss my flight (miss my flight)
i been getting head all night
she said she got a n-gga, that’s alright
don’t call my phone asking ’bout a dog price (brrt)
’cause i’ma hit your ass with the tec’s, put the oowop on that
throw the condom on her back, i’m in the trenches with them racks
if you wanna join the gang, boy, you gotta get a hat (brrt)
put a switch on the glock, it don’t go, “bow”, it go, “brrat”
crossed a n-gga off the dribble, then i pulled that b-tch from half
double crossed the same n-gga, hahaha, n-ggas mad (hahaha)
triple crossed a n-gga mans, he ain’t learn from his mistake
i want head, she won’t stay, i got bread, she got cake (whew, whew)
with my house by the lake, no, i don’t do no dates
b-tch, this a turtle runtz, put diamonds in the face (whew)
told hutch i’m on the way, i don’t owe, i’ma pay
get me guns where i lay, it be chops all in my face (it be chops all in my face, out my face, n-gga)
slapped the sh-t out of a b-tch, put a hole right in her place
i’m drivin’ fast in this jeep, it’s three o’clock, who wanna race?
she movin’ out of state, she want a clean slate (mwah)
b-tch, i got on a mcqueen shirt, dior, this ain’t celine
none of this sh-t make-believe, i paid two thousand for my jeans
i paid two thousand for this lean, can’t wait to pour it up
paid eighty thousand for this watch, that’s why i hold it up
it’s gang over everything, that’s why i throw it up
skrrt right off on a b-tch, i can’t let her hold me up
i’m sippin’ on this chinese fanta, i think it’s coconut

[intro]
yeah

[verse 2]
i think it’s coconut, think she wanna f-ck
think she like the bucks, like the icy chucks
hope she don’t think i’ma wife her up
slob on my nuts, wet nap, gon’ head and wipe it up
my sneaky link ain’t really sneaky, she want everybody to know
got the bands, she like a roll, take a n-gga out his glow
send your n-gga to the store, got these ho’s under patrol
got these ho’s off of patrón, i don’t know how they getting home
new amiri jeans with the playboy bunnies on ’em
when i’m in la, i be hanging with the bunny hunters
i’ma keep sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas for a hundred summers
b-tch, i’m tryna f-ck you right now, i don’t want your number
chrome heart shirt, christian hoodie on, guess i’m holy
i spent eighty on a rollie, i just went through a box of trojans
my pet peeve is b-tches f-cking n-ggas with no emotion
she asked me to pay her rent this month, i think she trollin’
starin’ at my jewelry is like starin’ in the ocean
all these diamonds covering my body like some lotion
i bought this chinese fanta, ’bout to hit it with the potion (ha, ha, ha)

- damedot

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