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letra de nada más - feefa

[intro: feefa]
i like it
hey
feefa, man
woo

[chorus: feefa]
mami upset, no sé por qué
ella piensa que solo quiero s-x
no questions, baby, yo no fumo stress
nada más, nothing less
i’m too busy cashing checks, no question
you know i get it how i live it
i don’t worry ’bout the critics
mamacita better bring it, no question
you know i’m all about my bread, no questions
hey, hey, hey

[verse 1: feefa]
had to go and get it, no hay otra manera
she dancing up and down the pole como una bandera
yo lo quiero todo, dame la cajera
mama taught me better, told me keep it player
smoking out the city, cruising down la brea
light it up como candela, word to my abuela
ayy, ’cause all that fake sh-t no vuela
‘tamos vip, ustedes se quedan afuera
fumamos marihuana en la mañana
hierba buena, verde como una iguana
off that jamie, i don’t f-ck with that buchanan’s
minutes later, had her naked in mi cama
hey, ella selecciona
let me take you out the country, vamo’ a barcelona, yeah
hey, dime what’s the hold up?
ella no trae nada every time i pull up, yeah

[verse 2: chris o’bannon]
baby, i could boss you up, but you no escuchas
am i headed to a bag? that’s a dumb pregunta
am i always in my bag? that’s a dumb pregunta
and the way the bag pull you over, i don’t say excuse me
mami upset, no sé por qué
if i hit you with that thing, you my bae, ándale
uh, had to do this one for the chona
for my vatos and my cholas
it’s hot as h-ll, baddies takin’ off they ropa
it’s a fiesta, modelos and mota (big weed)
jose cuervo, henny, and horchata (henn’-chata)
refer to me as jefe, your b-tch call me papa
the dropper of big d-ck energy, she love it
you ain’t got a bag, baby, you can’t even touch it
uh, mami, no stress, nada más, nothin’ less
shout out to my migo, connect goin’ dumb

- feefa

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