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letra de risky - felipe da don

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[chorus]
gucci, no laces, you trippin’
came out that water, free w-lly
n-gga try us, that be risky
i can relax in the trenches
keep that f-ckboy at a distance
i got that top like some clippers
b-tch i got stars in my dental
bands on me just like a christmas tree
whip a four, i know chemistry
b-tch i’m a nightmare on elm street
i got more chickens than kfc
i know that b-tch wanna stay with me
paint her face like some maybelline
f-ck her, i nut and i make her leave
freaky lil b-tch tryna lay with me

[verse 1]
smokin’ biscotti like hercules
i’m in the coupe with the curtain seats
i know these f-ck n-ggas heard of me
you get hit with that glock, you need surgery
we tryna turn up the murder rate
i’m gettin’ rich so i know they supposed to hate
we don’t back down when sh-t escalate
i put a hundred off in the safe
i put a brick on the interstate
count up this money, i demonstrate
hit from the back and i penetrate
i f-ck from the back and i hit her face
lil b-tch you sour like lemonade
stay the f-ck up out my business baby
solo coupe, outer sp-ce seats
new gucci boots, blue like sp-ce cleats

[chorus]
gucci, no laces, you trippin’
came out that water, free w-lly
n-gga try us, that be risky
i can relax in the trenches
keep that f-ckboy at a distance
i got that top like some clippers
b-tch i got stars in my dental
bands on me just like a christmas tree
whip a four, i know chemistry
b-tch i’m a nightmare on elm street
i got more chickens than kfc
i know that b-tch wanna stay with me
paint her face like some maybelline
f-ck her, i nut and i make her leave
freaky lil b-tch tryna lay with me

[verse 2]
stupid lil b-tch, she obsessed with me
keep callin’ my phone and keep textin’ me
i f-cked her, she act like she never leave
b-tch i’m a dog, i need pedigree
i hit her once and she after me
she know i’m ’bout it like master p
i let my brothers hit after me
i want that mouth like a napkin please
gucci headband, i’m an athelete
i got these hoes tryna tackle me
hundred yard dash, that’s a track meet
hundred round drum, that’s a snap beat
b-tch i got weight like a push-up
nut in her face, that’s a chin-up
b-tch i got strong like a sit-up
get hit with them…

[chorus]
gucci, no laces, you trippin’
came out that water, free w-lly
n-gga try us, that be risky
i can relax in the trenches
keep that f-ckboy at a distance
i got that top like some clippers
b-tch i got stars in my dental
bands on me just like a christmas tree
whip a four, i know chemistry
b-tch i’m a nightmare on elm street
i got more chickens than kfc
i know that b-tch wanna stay with me
paint her face like some maybelline
f-ck her, i nut and i make her leave
freaky lil b-tch tryna lay with me

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