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letra de no simp - fblmanny

[verse]
h-ll nah, the b-tch ain’t nothin’
i had my kids up in her mouth and that’s the b-tch you cuffin’, d-mn
h-ll yeah, leave that b-tch on read
she wanna fight and f-ck the next hour, d-mn, this hoe a sped
f-ck these b-tches, boy, don’t let her get your dot, these hoes suspicious
f-ck these hoes, you can’t benefit me, you can’t help me push this low
got a freaky b-tch, she gon’ give me sloppy, amber cole
i don’t like bald-headed b-tches, but i still might f-ck on amber rosе
you a fan, tryna put me on your live, b-tch you tried
lil b-tch think shе did somethin’ to me, i’ma go buy me a new ride
she was never yours, she was d-mn sure never mine
i’m on a perc’, this lil b-tch takin’ too long, tell her, “never mind”
pay attention to the signs, lil n-gga, don’t let her cross the line, lil n-gga
hit the lil b-tch for so long, she say, “your timin’ different”
b-tch be broke as h-ll, your purse is filled with nothin’ but lip gloss
pockets fat as h-ll, these b-tches sittin’ on that boy rick ross
rockin’ dior and chanel, this your car note and your rent cost
got some n-ggas on the 6, they interceptin’, don’t get picked off
baby, these not converses, these rick owens
nine times out of ten, she’ll f-ck your friend, yeah, the b-tch goin’
yeah, man, f-ck a b-tch, tell ’em, “h-ll nah”
i’ma give your ass advice: you need to get a job
f-ck it, go and buy a brand new whip, and she scratch the car
you can buy a brand new b-tch, don’t be worried ’bout her
if you really wanna vent, just listen to this sh-t
just ’cause the lil b-tch fine, don’t be tryna risk the sh-t
you better strap your iron up when you finally hit the b-tch
and don’t try to be selfish, boy, you better switch the b-tch
you better buy her a rose, boy, you better not l!ck the b-tch
ain’t finna f-ck on any hoe, you gotta check her history
yeah, you buy it on the ‘gram, in real life, you a mystery
yes, i’m straight on that, baby, that sh-t smell like fish to me
when i make that lil b-tch cum the only time she p-ss on me
she say i make her mad, but you ain’t my b-tch, why you p-ssed at me?
you better be glad if you caught her on the sidewalk, ’cause these hoes for the streets
she want a n-gga with the bag to catch a nut and make her family complete
how the h-ll you trust her two times and you know that she a thief
you keep lettin’ that lil b-tch get over, you know that she a leech
you can’t be goin’ out like that, we men, that sh-t there for the weak
only buy her what she want if she give you what you need
and i need peace, b-tch, just leave me alone
yes, i’m talkin’ ’bout you, when you hear this in my song
all that childish sh-t, b-tch, you know we grown
i had to change her number, the b-tch had blew my phone up
walk around with a light dub like i did that pp loan stuff
i put the blame on me ’cause you’ll never own up, b-tch
if i’m down bad, you better pick that phone up
never chase the b-tch, she gon’ come back if she love you

- fblmanny

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