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letra de long time ago - damedot

[verse 1]
ayy, we gon’ let these n-ggas have it
i woke up to a pint of red in the cabinet
if you got some screws loose, i’ma get the ratchet (michigan meech)
i ain’t gotta ask for no head, that sh-t automatic
sorry i ain’t got— this b-tch automatic
i remember when the red pints came inside a casket
she suck d-ck and gotta ask her, this b-tch nasty
she hit the head all in the whip, she ain’t see the mattress (nope)
swear she a real b-tch but her body plastic (fake)
chi chi caught a gun case ’cause he like the ratchet
get a n-gga location, slap it in the navi
rgs the mafia, b-tch, we the family
a hundred drum to a quarter, should’ve seen the magic
mask on in the kitchen with the c-cker spaniel
i ran through it so fast, i said, “d-mn, daniel” (d-mn)
i went to dallas, caught the bag, n-ggas called me randall

[chorus]
amiri, stopped wearin’ balmain a long time ago (amiri)
you used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (yeah)
oh, that’s your b-tch? dog, i ain’t even know
i was in the bar talkin’ wet, she done chose (come here)
i just put a sixty on my neck, now i’m froze (ice)
i’m glad i stopped f-ckin’ with these iffy-ass hoes
she look me in my eye when she slide down the pole
i look him in his eye right before i send him home
buffs on my eyes, they keep slidin’ down my nose
this line that i’m on way farther than the o
fourteen-hour drive, where the f-ck we finna go?
would be near a twelve, but i gotta take it slow
i used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
now i got the— bag, ’bout to overload (let’s get it)
i gave a b-tch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
i blew through a hundred, this was not too long ago
[verse 2]
i can’t sit and talk, it’s somewhere i gotta go
i don’t wanna see the car, b-tch, i wanna see the stove
f-ck a drive-by, n-gga, we gon’ get up close
hit him with the flip-clip and make him hit a note
work made at the border, b-tch lookin’ gorgeous
everything else natural, but her ass from florida
bhopstick made in russia, i don’t do no fussin’
it’s just me and two hoes, i made ’em kiss each other (mwah)
n-ggas in the same clique like to diss each other
i love kentucky from detroit, that’s my distant lover
f-ck wrappin’ ’em in sheets, put ’em in a cover
put his b-tch ass to bed, get that boy a pillow

[chorus]
amiri, stopped wearin’ balmain a long time ago (amiri)
you used to have the bag, that was a long time ago (ha)
oh, that’s your b-tch? dog, i ain’t even know
i was talkin’ wet, in the bar, she done chose (yeah)
i used to sell weed, yeah, a long time ago
now i got the— the bag ’bout to overload
i gave a b-tch my heart, yeah, a long time ago
i just blew a hundred, that was not too long ago

- damedot

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