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letra de after lovin u - erick the architect

[verse 1: erick arc elliott]
i saw her walkin’ by, uh, shawty say what’s up
i say i’m sugar daddy, comin’ with them candy nuts
how are you? follow through, probably get her with a round or two
what you do is nothing new, i get a crew that’ll cut you too
different woman, different story
you can paint it for me, got her h-rny posing callin’ loudly while i’m on the camera recordin’ her
whorin’ her, only puttin’ four in her
altering the speech will turn this freak into a foreigner
so what you say?
i’m only able to hit april in the month of may?
the whole summer i just wondered what i am to say?
i cut these broads off, panties are all soft
sometimes i stroke her, and i poke her, ’til it falls off
call her back, wishin’ that, i could take her to my crib
show her just how i live, then i give her two broke ribs
and i’m drinkin’ this drink, puffin’ purple and dank
you fallin’ over, so what’s sober homie, what you think?
and what you fiending for? this d-ck you need to score
and you’re a fool if you would think that i would beat it raw
some alcoholic sh-t, throw up in the toilet sh-t
that’s why you only hit it once and never call a b-tch

[break: erick arc elliott]
some of you, some of you dudes don’t even know
like, she was supposed to be in the club
she’s not supposed to be at your crib

[verse 2: erick arc elliott]
i said, baby girl was brenda
i scoped her out at finals week
i’m fond of her, so i’m happy we could finally meet
shawty was the sh-t, cute lips, and a fly physique
bubble gum, pop it rock it, knew every kinda beat
majorin’ in culinary, she cooked a n—- meals
and mine was journalism, wiritin’ what my n—-s feel
convinced my girly girl that she could miss a class
shortly after that she caught me beating on that ass
say it’s spring, summer, fall, man this shawty do it all
and f-ck that designer dress cause i don’t care about the cost
if you got a lotta cash, don’t care about the flaws
it only matters to me if i’m gonna wax the draws
fan mail i’m gettin’ lost in, more letters than wheel of fortune
number’s in my phone, so she sorta feels important
i sit back and f-ck between em feelin’ so exhausted
guide you to my crib but don’t you ever touch my porcelain
hollywood hangin, strictly good dank
and speakers blown inside the whip
but my shawty’s still bangin’
rollin’ something smellin’ good
i thank this orange hair
referring to the kush
not the corny wig you wear
cause them zombies out
tell em what it’s all about
chiefin’ with them black jawns
known to give you cotton-mouth
rotten apple rockin’ out
paper in a large amount
still i’m feelin’ h-lla good
they don’t know what they talkin’ bout
grabbin’ that and i’m walkin’ out
feelin’ bad but can’t force me out
so you ride, so you ride
i say i’m grabbin’ that and i’m walkin’ out
feelin’ good but can’t force me out
so you ride

- erick the architect

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