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letra de ms. wap - el zoinko

[intro: fetty wap]
yeah, baby, 17
ay, ay, look

[verse 1: fetty wap]
baby girl, you’re so d-mn fine, though
i’m tryna know if i could hit it from behind, though
i’m sipping on your d-mn fine behind, though
and when it’s over, i press rewind though, ayy
you talking bands, girl, i got it
benjamins all in my pocket
i traded in my trues for some robins
he playing batman, fetty’s gon’ rob him, ayy
i got a glock in my ‘rari, ayy
17 shots, no .38
i got a glock in my ‘rari
17 shots, no .38

[verse 2: cardi b]
beat it up, n—a, catch a charge
extra large and extra hard
put this p-ssy right in your face
swipe your nose like a credit card
hop on top, i wanna ride
i do a kegel while it’s inside
spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
this p-ssy is wet, come take a dive
tie me up like i’m a surprise
let’s rolеplay, i’ll wear a disguise
i want you to park that big mack truck right in this little garagе
make it cream, make me scream
out in public, make a scene
i don’t cook, i don’t clean
but let me tell you how i got this ring
[pre-chorus: megan thee stallion]
gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me
quick, jump out ‘fore you let it get inside of me
i tell him where to put it, never tell him where i’m ’bout to be
i’ll run down on him ‘fore i have a n—a runnin’ me
talk your sh-t, bite your lip
ask for a car while you ride that d-ck
you really ain’t never gotta f-ck him for a thang
he already made his mind up ‘fore he came (ayy, ah)

[chorus: megan thee stallion, fetty wap & al “t” mclaran]
now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass p-ssy
he bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass p-ssy
paid my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass p-ssy (i got a glock in my ‘rari)
now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass p-ssy (17 shots, no .38)
i’m like, yeah, she’s fine
wonder when she’ll be mine
she walk past, i press rewind
to see that ass one more time
and i got this sewed up
remy boyz, they know us (wh0res in this house)
all fast money, no slow bucks (there’s some wh0res in this house)
no one can control us (there’s some wh0res in this house)
ayy, yeah, baby (there’s some wh0res in this house)

[verse 3: monty]
uh, yeah, monty
tell me what you see
is it money or it’s me?
i smoke twenty, smell the weed
i got hunnies in my v
they like, “monty, can you be my baby daddy?”
i’m like, “yeah”
i got robins on my jeans
you see the wings on every pair
all you see is remy boyz
you know my n—-s everywhere
and if somebody got a problem
we could meet up anywhere
now go say something
don’t you n—-s play dumb
you know where we came from
you don’t want sauce, no a1-1-1-1-1-1
[verse 4: cardi b]
look, i need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker
need a henny drinker, need a weed smoker
not a garter snake, i need a king cobra
with a hook in it, hope it lean over
he got some money, then that’s where i’m headed
p-ssy a1 just like his credit
he got a beard, well, i’m tryna wet it
i let him taste it, now he diabetic
i don’t wanna spit, i wanna gulp
i wanna gag, i wanna choke
i want you to touch that lil’ dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat
my head game is fire, punani dasani
it’s goin’ in dry and it’s comin’ out soggy
i ride on that thing like the cops is behind me
i spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo

[verse 5: megan thee stallion]
your honor, i’m a freak b-tch, handcuffs, leashes
switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin’
put him on his knees, give him somethin’ to believe in
never lost a fight, but i’m lookin’ for a beatin’ (ah)
in the food chain, i’m the one that eat ya
if he ate my ass, he’s a bottom-feeder
big d stand for big demeanor
i could make ya bust before i ever meet ya
if it don’t hang, then he can’t bang
you can’t hurt my feelings, but i like pain
if he f-ck me and ask “whose is it?”
when i ride the d-ck, i’ma spell my name, ah
[chorus: fetty wap, al “t” mclaran]
i’m like, yeah, she’s fine
wonder when she’ll be mine
she walk past, i press rewind
to see that ass one more time
and i got this sewed up
remy boyz, they know us (wh0res in this house)
all fast money, no slow bucks (there’s some wh0res in this house)
no one can control us (there’s some wh0res in this house)
ayy, yeah, baby (there’s some wh0res in this house)

[verse 6: p-dice]
ayy, she a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine
she ain’t nothing like them bimbos
if you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here
blowing, pluck it out the window
we get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time
take a high note for me, girlfriend
got my city looking rude
i ain’t diddy, i ain’t loon, but i think i need a girlfriend
she feeling great as i’m talking to her
she a remygirl, so i’m gon’ pursue her
i brought a lot of loud, lot of remy to sip on
thousand dollars when i get my tip on
i’m off her, asked her if her fatty real
she said that’s all her, got her with the happy feel
i’m ’bout to spoil her, go-go-got her with the happy feel
i’m ’bout to spoil her, oh, my

[chorus: fetty wap, al “t” mclaran]
i’m like, yeah, she’s fine
wonder when she’ll be mine
she walk past, i press rewind
to see that ass one more time
and i got this sewed up
remy boyz, they know us (wh0res in this house)
all fast money, no slow bucks (there’s some wh0res in this house)
no one can control us (there’s some wh0res in this house)
ayy, yeah, baby (there’s some wh0res in this house)

[outro: fetty wap]
zoowap, monty
zoowap, dicey
yeah, baby, remy boyz
yeah, yeah

- el zoinko

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