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letra de tyga ft. g-eazy & rjmrla - bitch wanna sex (audio) - dj icek

tyga ft. g-eazy & rjmrla – b-tch wanna s-x

[verse 1: rjmrla & bree carter]
uh, my initials on her fingernails
i know she mean well, freaky tales often tells
pretty face with the different colored gel nails
let the fan cool ’em off like you ll
hit the shop, freak your toes, hands, eyebrows
pick a color off of what you wearin’ right now
i’m from l.a. but they boot us up to chi-town
uh, from new york to the a, the manicure way
uh, closed toes but it’s still a pedicure day
uh, feet pretty, keep the p-ssy same d-mn way
uh, b-tches talk behind your back, let ’em narrate
(broke ass b-tch)
sh-t, ugly b-tches love to hate

[chorus: rjmrla]
ayy, pretty b-tches, pretty fingernails
yeah, pretty b-tches, let me see your pretty fingernails
pretty b-tches, pretty fingernails
pr-pretty b-tches, let me see your pretty fingernails
[chorus: tyga] (2x)
ice on my chest, make your b-tch wanna s-x
came on her br–sts, put them rumors to rest
n-ggas know i’m a threat, all my b-tches, they rep
she wanna catch it in her mouth, let her friend intercept

[verse 2: g-eazy]
now that’s a pretty b-tch if i ever seen one
she tryna pick a nail color, she picked the green one
should she wear the chanel bag or her céline one?
she been lookin’ for her man, i’m her dream one, ayy
pretty b-tches, pretty fingernails
give me top-top, pull her piggytails
keep it on the low, do no kiss and tells
sniffin’ fish scales, sniff it off her pinky nails
ooh, you know
it’s lit, left the club, it’s only two
she text, “where you at?” so i text her, “come through”
it’s a house party, tell your friends come, too
you know, birds of a feather, sh-t is bblu
hollywood hills, i’m just takin’ in the view
you know, chill for a second, then we back to the stu’
just another night, i’m like, “this is what we do”
it’s rj and young gerald, i’m like, “who the f-ck are you?”

[chorus: tyga] (2x)
ice on my chest, make your b-tch wanna s-x
came on her br–sts, put them rumors to rest
n-ggas know i’m a threat, all my b-tches, they rep
she wanna catch it in her mouth, let her friend intercept
[verse 3: tyga]
king guapa, panty dropper
give a b-tch that boom; chief rocka
shock locker, neck boppers, phantom driver
all white ghost, no opera
street mobber, b-tch wanna kick like soccer
riding with a thing on my thing; let it chop her
f-ck coppers, ‘bang bang’ at yo partna
we body, you body boys no problem
sick wid it, no liers
admit it, forty water, we on fire
wet p-ssy, now i’m gon’ dive in
full of that drink, now i’m driving
i’m a beast b-tch, on ya knees b-tch
off the hennessey, now we looking for a freak b-tch
like lil b said, ‘i can f-ck yo b-tch’
so i’mma f-ck yo b-tch

- dj icek

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