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letra de huh pt. 2 - enphamus

[chorus]
why you keep bringin’ up yo’ hair? like hoe, just send a zelle
i just bought you pucci, gucci, louis, dior, and chanel
ain’t wait for no n-gga to put me on, i did this sh-t myself
ain’t wait for no n-gga to stick me wrong, i took that l!ck myself, uh
oh, you get nasty off that liquor, huh?
oh, you get freaky on yo’ sister, huh?
this sh-t i talk sound so convincin’, huh?
the type of sh-t that make you wanna leave yo’ n-gga, huh?

[verse 1]
big gram, all these rocks in my d-mn watch
yeah, hood baby, wood chips in my d-mn socks
he said i’m an assh0l-, like i’m hanc-ck, i know
apple charger, i got lit off that d-mn block, uh
steve jobs, b-tch, i got rich off a d-mn phone
b-tch, i been trappin’ back since blackberry’s and samsung’s
i could’ve been a d-mn masseuse, i’m so hands-on
i said some sh-t that made ’em start over the d-mn song
911 porsche, i’m flyin’ down on 20 east
i’m gon’ crash if i don’t find somewhеre to land on
on blood, the million dollar dream wokе me out my sleep
frankenstein, i woke up geeked and put my head on
remember wasn’t nun’ to eat but some sun beans
my momma knew her baby boy’ll bring that bread home
i got an amputated b-tch givin’ me bum head
she on her knees, like she ain’t gotta put her legs on
[chorus]
why you keep bringin’ up yo’ hair? like hoe, just send a zelle
i just bought you pucci, gucci, louis, dior, and chanel
ain’t wait for no n-gga to put me on, i did this sh-t myself
ain’t wait for no n-gga to stick me wrong, i took that l!ck myself, uh
oh, you get nasty off that liquor, huh?
oh, you get freaky on yo’ sister, huh?
this sh-t i talk sound so convincin’, huh?
the type of sh-t that make you wanna leave yo’ n-gga, huh?

[verse 2]
just ’cause i’m fat, i’m ‘posed to be the bigger person, huh?
you ain’t never shot sh-t, so you a virgin, huh?
all my b-tches cars get shipped straight from them germans, huh, hm
all these b-tches wonder where i get they surgeries from, hm
let me guess, yo’ baby daddy, he a dead beat?
my b-tch middle part parted like the red sea
tarzan in the trenches, i was bare feet
[?], givin’ vegan b-tches red meat

[outro]
(why you keep bringin’ up yo’ hair? like hoe, just send a zelle)
(i just bought you pucci, gucci, louis, dior, and chanel)
(ain’t wait for no n-gga to put me on, i did this sh-t myself)
(ain’t wait for no n-gga to stick me wrong, i took that l!ck myself, uh)
(oh, you get nasty off that liquor, huh?)
(oh, you get freaky on yo’ sister, huh?)
(this sh-t i talk sound so convincin’, huh?)
(the type of sh-t that make you wanna leave yo’ n-gga, huh?)

- enphamus

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