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letra de admit that! - felix guapo

[intro]
“angel”
ayo ruthless what we finna get into today?
ahaha
my n-gga guapo
the real question is, what we not finna get into today?

(verse)
goin’ dumb as h-ll on this track feel like timmy
f-ckin’ her raw i don’t need me a jimmy
charlotte lights, man we lovin the city, (4)
sphynx cat, ain’t no hair on the kitty,(p-ssy)
i ain’t never lackin’, guapo neva trip,(nope)
cops pulling up then i dip like a chip, (chip)
she lovin’ my meat she an eater,(d-mn)
i’m goin’ off like a beeper, (off)
pullin’ off in my juicebox,(yessir)
cause i just hit ya b-tch like the red sox, (d-mn)
watchout lil hoe
she told me go thru the back door
i pull up for surе,(yessir)
in that cat i attack
take a pic, my b-tch look good thru the cracks,(thеm cracks)
we thumb through the racks
we thumb through them bands, (bee)
ain’t shakin’ your hand,(ain’t shakin yo hand)
cause i’m not your friend
f-ck you and yo mans
aye, yeah
sad as a b-tch but im flippin her switch
33 like kareem ball for the cream, (yup)
i’m talkin’ bout ballin’, she talkin’ bout cryin
i think she need a tissue
i think thats the issue,(waaa)
i could die like next week, there’s a possibility
these p-ssies is fake, they not what they pretend to be (pretend to be)
i’m the x factor, goran dragic on the heat
i f-ck when i whistle, it sound like im sendin’ tweets
[hook]
always b-tchin round witcho b-tchass (b-tchass)
stop talkin all dat chit chat (chit chat)
gotta white friend, call em riff-raff, (haa)
if you ain’t street, just admit that( just admit it)

[verse 2: samael ruthless
uh, bonjour, como allez-vous
yo b-tch wonder how i do
slinging my d-ck hit her like babe ruth, pass her off she for the crew
ghost her i’m paranormal
she tryna trap me fl!ckin’ like photos, scary ass n-gga they say i’m so loco
i don’t worry kick her to the door hoe
don’t play with me can’t you see
guapo do no drugs all clean
wipe it down no blood on scene
yo ass flyin’ like with the wings
but hold on i ain’t done yet
yo b-tch sleepin she ain’t cute yet
beat her ass they call me ruthless
poppin’ her p-ssy she just for the crew b-tch
don’t do yo timing
look like yo hairline reclining
stress over there, over here i’m vibing
slurpin’ the cat she give me her diamonds, birkin bag for that casting couch
don’t like the noise so don’t scream and shout
guapo has a hit i need that sh-t right now

- felix guapo

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