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letra de found out - dj holiday

[intro: quavo]
d-mn, i mean, i really did like you
i mean, i really did want you
you were bad, ’til i found out
mmm, mmm, mmm

[hook: quavo]
i wanted you ’til i found out
i wanted you ’til i found out
i wanted you ’til i found out
you the same d-mn girl they be talking ’bout
i wanted you ’til i found out
i wanted you ’til i found out
i wanted you ’til i found out
you the same d-mn girl they be talking ’bout

[verse 1: quavo]
you the same d-mn girl they be talking ’bout
with a little bitty waist and a smart -ss mouth
let anybody smash their foot in your house
let your baby daddy see you when that n-gg- get out
that’s a shame on your name, you a beautiful thing
you let a n-gg- like me tweak you out your brain
and i apologize for them, it’s a man’s world
but you ain’t gotta bust it open to get them bands girl
aw man, it’s over with cause everybody know the b-tch
word around town, she work with all the cliques
shake my head, it don’t make no sense
i gotta keep the glock 40 when i see this b-tch
when she call my phone, she scared to ask
(for what?) to drive my car, ask for cash
she moving too fast, got her foot on the gas
you acting like felicia, hanging up on your -ss

[verse 2: takeoff]
so you the b-tch that these n-gg-s be talking ’bout
you f-ck a n-gg- one time and gotta run your mouth
to keep your hair, nails done, but can’t pay the rent
(the dirty b-tch) sleeping in your friend’s bas-m-nt
now all the homies in the hood know that you a ho
it’s safe to say her image rich, but she dead broke
i’m sorry baby, i don’t want no relations
cause the only thing i’m making, is another b-tch famous
a lot of b-tches wanna hang with us
cause the migos game, we on the dangerous
i might pull up and show your b-tch some angel dust
i got some timberlands b-tch, wanna boot up?
n-gg-s don’t speak to me, their b-tches know what’s up
b-tches wanna fall back accidentally while you in the club
you show that b-tch some money, i bet she gon’ give it up
all these b-tches the same, ain’t found one yet that i can love

[verse 3: offset]
big booty, big t-tties, she askin’ diddy, but she with it
i love it when she lick it, hit it one time then i quit it
i know you be f-cking my partners shawty, just admit it
i don’t be trusting these b-tches, never been committed
everybody know that you done f-cked the whole city
you let them f-ck you raw and you ain’t asking, wait a minute
she told me she love me, i’m looking at her grinning
your b-tch my b-tch, all them b-tches scheming
i pity the fool, your b-tch f-cking on these n-gg-s and you act like it’s cool
i got pictures in my phone where your b-tch is nude
your b-tch in my bed, she text you “i miss you” (miss you) that’s a fool
b-tches don’t respect the code, i can f-ck twenty b-tches, you can’t do it ho
(i can) soon as you do it, i’mma kick you out the door
deleting your number and i’m not calling you no more
(it’s over)

- dj holiday

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