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letra de new penthouse - flee

[verse]

i be boolin’ in the penthouse
shut the f-ck up, b-tch you got a big mouth
get out
i ain’t tryna hear no sh-t, pack your sh-t now
i be ballin’ in the penthouse
shut the f-ck up, b-tch you got a big mouth
get out
i ain’t tryna hear no sh-t, pack your sh-t now
no go about it
i don’t know how to go about it
stupid b-tch gon’ get a post about it
you the type of b-tch to post about it
you the type to go ghost about it
you the type that wanna hoe bout’ it
but b-tch i ducked you
i’m the type to make a toast about it

you’s a dumb -ss b-tch, b-tch
shoot your shot but your dumb -ss missed it
now you wanna to throw a b-tch fit (throw a b-tch fit)
give a f-ck, get her missin’
when i said “i love you” i was tipsy
when i said “i love you” i was trippin’
can’t get back together, no don’t -mumbles-
try to give you chances but you different

yeah, you different
when i said “f-ck you” b-tch i meant it
(ooh) drinkin’ on the henny got me liftin’
hop up in an audi, and i’m driftin’
feel like john gotti (ooh)
i don’t need n0body, go got my own body, (ay)
hoes used to treat me like a n0body (ay)
talking bout’ love, i don’t know about it

[chorus]

i be boolin’ in the penthouse
shut the f-ck up, b-tch you got a big mouth
get out
i ain’t tryna hear no sh-t, pack your sh-t now

stupid lil’ b-tch pack your stuff
talking bout’ a love affair, nope i’ve had enough
sh-t ain’t real
i’m back on the market so thotty tell me what’s the deal
tell me how you feel
treat my d-ck just like boston market eat it like a meal
s-x appeal on a meal, shorty chill you should let a young ghost make a k!ll

-mumbles- hoes
didn’t i tell your -ss to be quiet, don’t make this h-ll
baby girl you want double o that’s double ounce
didn’t i tell you “you gotta go”, baby girl just bounce
don’t be out here jackin’ you know me for the clout
don’t be out here tryna pull on me unannounced
tryna pull on me unannounced
and you say we should flee, you know you gotta go

and i’m back with this flo-ow, baby girl you iffy b-tch you so-so
i don’t want your p-ssy, want your toto
b-tch i want the head not your torso
thought you was ahead, b-tch you toto
yeah you ain’t got no bread, you a broke hoe
hol’ up shorty give me bread, like a bozo
ay, suckin’ on my beat, yoko ono

[outro]

i be boolin’ in the penthouse
shut the f-ck up, b-tch you got a big mouth
get out
i ain’t tryna hear no sh-t, pack your sh-t now

- flee

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