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letra de 4:44 am - ethan mcmenamy

[verse 1: ethan mcmenamy]
two-two bad hoes in my bed and they thinkin’ we somethin’
she wanna stay and i told her she buggin’
she act like she know me, b-tch i’m not yo’ husband
pull up on yo’ homie lil’ b-tch and i’m bussin’
her boyfriend keep callin’, he mad then a b-tch
blindin’ that boy if i show him my wrist
yeah, you not my homie, get out of my pic
yeah, i hate when they talk, they be all on my sh-t
yeah, [?] i be, she want my d
i’m in the cut like i’m just in -voorhees- (yeah)
she gonna come through and she gonna eat (yeah)
i’m peepin’ his music, that sh-t is real weak
yeah, i’m smokin’ yo’ homie, but i don’t smoke weed
yеah, when i’m on the track, b-tch i feel like i’m free
yеah, they all surprised but they gonna know me
yeah, i will not stop, i need gold on my t–th
yeah, i need diamonds that shine to my face
yeah, i need me a chain that gon’ say my name
yeah, i need me a bag for all of my gang (yeah)
you b-tches stay mad, no, we not the same (ayy, yeah)
i f-ck with the sh-t, i’m finna roll up
and you went about it, please shut the fu’
you keep on talkin’ p-ssy, what’s up?
i been on my sh-t and i’m young as a f-ck
yeah, hey, yeah, hey, i need that look on my car that’s foreign, you see that

- ethan mcmenamy

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