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letra de blocked - gottabagsteph

[verse 1]
she ate my d-ck like it is a vegetable
she doin’ splits cause that b-tch is flexible
i am the greatest, that sh-t is non-testable
we are up next that sh-t is real sensible
ima make millions but f-ck a d-mn princ-p-l
i am on top i feel so invincible
that ass so fat that sh-t is so pinch-able
just gave a few shots so i’m feeling clinical
i am the stupid so b-tch i’m not bench-able
why are you scared? yes you are tense-able
i’m a young n-gga, but i got h-lla hoes
your sh-t is cheap, you got that for h-lla low
i’m in the mansion, chilling with all the woеs
me and big grant we f-cking on sevеral hoes
[verse 2]
i do not care ‘bout your feeling
quit lying, and saying, i said that i did it
you just don’t wanna admit it
because i’m right finally winning
you just mad i got diamonds that glisten
tellin’ you, but you ain’t want to listen
cry in your room because i’m missing
trying to explain you didn’t get it
heart of hasidic
give me a shot i will miss it
strapped up like a fitbit
why is they runnin’? making money why are you making assumptions?
poppin’ his face off like a pumpkin
he keep a chopstick no dumpling
hey señorita, she hit me up want to kick it like fifa
i get the bag fast like a cheetah
i keep the heat just like fajita
diamonds they bite, t-rex
i just came for the check (yeah)
i think it’s sad, you only known as my ex (no, ugh)
they don’t want to hit you up
yeah you get no one to text
mad at me cause i’m the best
like a muscle i’m a flex
she wanna give me that neck
no need for a vest (ugh)
because we pop at your head (ugh)
yeah i’m really bout my bread (ugh)
ice on my body, no sled (ugh)
heard you talking to the fed (ugh)
i had to count up the des (ugh)
kappa jogger on my legs (ugh)
[outro]
kappa jogger on my legs (ayy)
kappa hoodie on my head (ayy)
runnin’ fast to the bread (ayy)
shoot your arm shoot your leg (ayy)
foreign b-tch in my bed (ayy)
yeah you heard what i said (ayy)
money old like it’s fred (ayy)
in my pockets they are dead (ayy)

- gottabagsteph

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