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letra de i.f.y.b. - dutchthentic

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pre chorus:

who rock the flyest clothes
and f-ck the baddest hoes

got b-tches lifting their shirts
showing titties at shows

who get litter than us
and got more b-tches than us

we slid down on all of y’all
and won’t no n-ggas with us

chorus:

aye dutch you see how we got on
and all them n-ggas started sneak dissing?

d-mn right von
cause all them n-ggas on some weak sh-t

let them n-ggas know
cause you know i like to beat sh-t

i know, but why he mad?
i know it ain’t over that freak b-tch
same b-tch we burned up
and sm-tted in the bathroom?

nutted in her eye
and mad that b-tch take hеr lash off?

she had that sloppy toppy
rodger copy
man she suckеd her ass off
his b-tch burnt out dutch
that’s really what he mad for

verse 1:

gone and take this l
with your m-m-m-m-mad ass

he typed in all caps
oh sh-t bro, he mad mad

skated on your b-tch
yea n-gga, did the dash dash

your b-tch mad garbage
throw the whole b-tch in the trash trash
p-ssy ass boy
throw the whole b-tch in a trash bag

aite von let him live
he called my phone
i’m on his mad ass

cause if you think i really want her
you god d-mn fool

but i be playing step daddy
while i’m wearing your shoes

i be eat up
all of junior fruit snacks too

but that new watch you got
bro that sh-t pretty cool

wassup mad n-gga
why you calling my phone

boy i swear i’m your ass
as soon as i come home

lower your mad ass voice
and lower your b-tch ass tone
and focus on not dropping the soap
b-tch n-gga

who the f-ck you think you scaring
who the f-ck you pose to be

n-gga you can take this l
cause your b-tch chose

i ain’t beefing with you n-gga
must forgot who i is

you don’t wanna be petty with me
cause i’ll f-ck your b-tch n-gga

pre chorus:

bad b-tch
never need a n-gga put your hands up

bad b-tch
you pay your own rent out your hands up

when i say bad b-tch
y’all say hands up

bad b-tch
hands up

bad b-tch
hands up

i just don’t understand why
why these n-ggas
they be getting mad cause they locked up
and they b-tch wanna f-ck with me
like your son already calling me pops
like i don’t understand

chorus:

aye dutch you see how we got on
and all them n-ggas started sneak dissing?

d-mn right von
cause all them n-ggas on some weak sh-t

let them n-ggas know
cause you know i like to beat sh-t

i know, but why he mad?
i know it ain’t over that freak b-tch

same b-tch we burned up
and sm-tted in the bathroom?

nutted in her eye
and mad that b-tch take her lash off?

she had that sloppy toppy
rodger copy
man she sucked her ass off
his b-tch burnt out dutch
that’s really what he mad for

verse 2:

who said they gone rob me
know they can’t stop me

since i came in the sh-t
they knew i was a problem

i grind like i’m hungry
i grind like i’m starving

and since i dropped game time
b-tch i been popping

deal after deal
now these labels keep calling

tell em imma sign
but b-tch i keep stalling

i ain’t tryna be funny
but it is what it is

you don’t wanna be petty with me
cause i’ll f-ck your b-tch again n-gga

ha ha ha iiiiiiii with your mad ass

bad b-tch
hands up

bad b-tch
hands up

- dutchthentic

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