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letra de let me in - haiti babii

[intro: dj nayta & haiti babii]
aw, sh-t (ha, ha)
ha, ha, yeah
ha, uh-huh, ha, uh-huh, uh-huh
big haiti
yeah
let ’em know, get ’em
i just wanna see ass clappin’ all over the floor (all over the floor, floor)
tell the bottle girl, “i need mo’ money, mo’ b-tches in my section” (get ’em)
all this cash inside of my pocket, n-gga, don’t touch me, i keep .40
quit l-sting over that p-ssy, n-gga, you know you can’t afford it (ha)
if it’s one-hundred thousand on my h—
yeah, bring that sh-t all the way the f-ck back (yeah, ha, ha, yeah)
we got blue magic (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
yeah, dope man, mr. dope man (yeah)

[verse 1]
i just wanna see ass clappin’ all over the floor (all over the floor)
tell the bottlе girl, “i need mo’ money, mo’ b-tches in my section” (yеah)
all this cash inside of my pocket, n-gga, don’t touch me, i keep .40
quit l-sting over that p-ssy, n-gga, you know you can’t afford it (ha)
if it’s one-hundred thousand on my head, why the f-ck i ain’t dead? (why the f-ck i ain’t dead?)
from stockton, california, why the f-ck would i be scared? (yeah)
call me the dope man, i’m the purest n-gga here (shh)
like fentanyl to a bad b-tch, they overdose on me
[bridge: dj nayta & haiti babii]
huh, open the motherf-ckin’ trap (ha, ha, ha, ha)
i need some more of that sh-t, yeah

[chorus: haiti babii & dj nayta]
dope man, mr. dope man (where you at?)
dope man, mr. dope man (n-gga, let me in)
dope man, mr. dope man (where you at?)
dope man, mr. dope man

[verse 2]
you talking all of that player sh-t, n-gga, look at yo’ hoes (hoes)
ain’t never getting no money, so what you hating on me for? (for)
you need to get yo’ bag up and stop tricking on these hoes
you n-ggas out here broke tryna keep up with a scammer (ah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
b-tch, i’m from atlanta, california, ask the club ’bout me (ask the club ’bout me)
i been here for ’bout a year, ask yo’ ho ’bout me (ask yo’ ho ’bout me)
i said i met this girl, said she from long island (ah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
pretty black hair, look like megan thee stallion (ah, yeah)
i need miley cyrus and dot eyes inside my pockets
she know i’m a hot n-gga (hot, hot), i get money off the block, n-gga
if i see a opp’, f-ck around and blow ya top, n-gga (ha, ha, ha, ha)

[bridge: dj nayta & haiti babii]
f-ck around and blow ya top, n-gga (yeah)
we got all motherf-ckin’ night (ha, ha, ha, ha, uh-huh)
mr. dope man
[chorus: haiti babii & dj nayta]
dope man, mr. dope man (where you at?)
dope man, mr. dope man (let me in)
dope man, mr. dope man (where you at?)
dope man, mr. dope man (n-gga, let me in)

[outro: dj nayta & haiti babii]
don’t be coming around late at night tryna get some of this dog, ah-ha (n-gga, let me in)
the trap is closed
i know our sh-t is pure, n-gga, yeah (n-gga, let me in)
big haiti, dj nayta
mr. dope man
alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

- haiti babii

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