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letra de g-spot - dcxvi & tricksterr

(sacred society)

[chorus]
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i’m tryna see how many b-tches fit inside the hummer
i just hop out with the switchie tryna put’em under
i just pulled up on your b-tch and then i gave that b-tch a hundred
better k!ll that n-gga b-tch, yeah, i’m the one who done it
you come to my city, they gon’ tell you that i run it
you ain’t got no money, n-gga, ain’t that sh-t ironic
i just keep on running up that money like i’m sonic
i just went and bought your b-tch a bonnet
the h-ll was mine so i went and put my name on it
roll the dope up, b-tch, i put a flame on it
submachine gun hit a n-gga this sh-t subatomic
i’m not even done i keep on going like i’m robotic
b-tch i’m on the psychedelics messing with the narcotics
b-tch i got on brand my shot of music yeah this hypnotic
i just went pulled up on your b-tch in the big body

[verse]
everything is high i just popped a mile now i’m rocking in the party
smoking on the skyline got the bugatti and the passenger’s a barbie
b-tch i paint a n-gga to the ground i won’t stop until i hear his heartbeat
choppa with a hundred round drum blue tips ripped through the dark meat
i put all my cars in the parking lot now this sh-t look like a car meet
i just told the b-tch to shut the f-ck up
then the b-tch she told me she was sorry
smoking dope i smoke more blunts than bob marley
oh my god my new b-tch look like i had carly
fascinated with the swag cause i’m gnarly
i’m assassinating n-ggas just like he was charlie
[chorus]
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i’m tryna see how many b-tches fit inside the homie
i just hop out with the switchie tryna put em on him
i just pulled up on your b-tch and then i gave that b-tch a hundred
playin’ k!ll that n-gga b-tch yeah i’m the one who done it
they come to my city they gon tell you that i run it
you ain’t got no money n-gga ain’t that sh-t ironic
i just keep on running up that money like i’m sonic
i just went and bought your b-tch a bonnet
’cause the h-ll was mine so i went and put my name on it
roll the dope up b-tch i put a flame on it
submachine gun hit a n-gga this sh-t subatomic
i’m not even done i keep on going like i’m robotic
b-tch i’m on the psychedelics mix it with the narcotics
b-tch i got on brand my side of music yeah this hypnotic
i just went pulled up on your b-tch in the big body

[verse 2]
b-tch i’m ridin’ big body finna drop the top
right in front of everybody you can get shot
b-tch i like the heidi jeans i wear them hoes a lot
covered up as not
you bought that b-tch a wedding ring i took it to the spot
started from the bottom but i took it to the top
started with a brick then i turned it to a knot
sitting in the kitchen with chickens in the pot
took a finger itchin’ i ain’t trippin’
b-tch go and get the n-gga popped
b-tch i had a vision that i woke up with a hundred b-tches on the yacht (that’s right)
finger for the money b-tch i’m tryna hit the g spot (what)
double cupped up b-tch it’s not a beatbox(what)
don’t get f-cked up coming to the treetop (mwah)
i know that b-tch was a sl-t she’s a (mwah)
i’ma f-ck the b-tch you know that i’ma beat it up (what)
i’ma slow it down and then i’ma speed it up (what)
hundred round choppa leaving with his feet up (bleh)
i don’t got a gun and n-gga getting beat up (bleh)
i don’t gotta worry bout sh-t we up (bleh)
i don’t turn down n-gga i just tee up (bleh)
i just smoke pounds others at a reefer (bleh)
i think that i’m bout to f-ck mia khalifa (bleh)

- dcxvi tricksterr

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