letra de thirst traps - duwap kaine
[verse]
she said she love my rhymes and my thirst traps
i’m tryna f-ck, i type that sh-t in all caps
my city [?] call of duty map
shawty said she like me and my thirst traps
hit me, babygirl, send one back
then send ten back, her n-gga don’t like that
my b-tch be in the gym, her ass is too fat
don’t make no sacrifices, it ain’t all ’bout racks
tell the government they better no try to k!ll us
most us need the truth so it could heal us
f-ck the government, don’t want n0body to know none
got that b-tch tied in my bed just like she stole somethin’
b-tch, this not yoga, i’m finna fold somethin’
i just had a threesome, i swеar it was so wholesome
pull wit’ a tec and a drakе, i’m finna fold somethin’
knock a n-gga down like rihanna, i’m finna ho somethin’
feel like i f-cked up, i didn’t wear a trojan
why the f-ck would i wanna have a bm with no motion?
bald head make a soft ass, that’s my slogan
goin’ so fast in this whip, tryna go slow again
i know you don’t like me, baby, but at least your waist cute
n-ggas stole my swag, so you know that my pay due
love in my heart, told you i could not hate you
i ain’t one of your little friends [?]
i ain’t finna let you know sh-t until i’m comfortable
she know that i like melodies, she said that, “i’ll hum for you”
bad ass b-tch and she said, “i go dumb for you”
i’m f-ckin’ on your b-tch, and i’m puttin’ sh-t down
all types of tequila in my cup right now
tryna make you happy, i ain’t tryna make you frown
want you to be up, i ain’t tryna let you down
feel like fetty in this b-tch (yeah, baby)
that’s my trap queen, let her hit the bando
how you gon’ hit yo bando knowin’ that it’s closed?
how you gon’ love that b-tch and you knowin’ she a ho?
how you gon’ f-ck that b-tch knowin’ she be wit’ your bro?
she triflin’ (triflin’)
i gotta be hot, n-gga, if i wife this
babygirl like bonin’, so every day i just strike it
n-gga wanna hate, then it’s f-ck you and take a hike, man
better off hikin’ than me takin’ your life, man
shawty left wit’ me, somethin’ ’bout you just wasn’t right, man
i got colored money in my pockets, might get nikes, man
i got colored money in my pockets, might get nikes, man
[outro]
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go
i love you
i f-ck wit’ my fans for real, man, i love y’all
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