letra de mccurdy - heartstopmiami
miami:
opps on my tail but im not a furry
white and black on me, like a mcflurry
plug moving pack, boy he better hurry
he gon hit my jack, b-tch ik u heard me
f-ck a dude named nick, yeah jennette mccurdy
in new york i milly rock, sh-t, im tryna get st-rdy
betty boo on my c-ck, ay, she do all the flirting
cruising down the block, yeah we doing supervisions
he a shooter til he wanna box, television
is he really gonna die? only time is telling
lil weapon on my side, its a smith and wesson
i was really in the whip with em f-cking felons
they was really in the whip, bumpin car seat headrest
you got me f-cked up sending weed thru f-cking fedex
i be stacking the chips, like a f-cking fat ass
me & my friends walked in the club, we look f-cking badass
i just caught me a lil dub, turned it to a fat rack
walked up on your mans, made him do the cha cha
he made fun of how i talk, callin me a wetback
we gon pull the set back
shootin out like frrah frrah
and im witcho b-tch, she wanted to ah ah
had to tell her no, had to tell her nah nah
and i got a pole and it go like brrah brrah
and i got a pole and it go liek frrah frrah
secre:
made dat boy run like his name sha’carri
yea bro thats my ocky naw he ain’t finna card me
pulled up to his spot, strapped jus like the army
man im off like 10 lines that boy ain’t finna harm me
b-tch i think with like 10 minds they ain’t finna move before me
walk around wit like 10 bands they ain’t finna outperform me
always got straight a’s never underperformed
went n got some motion lil b-tch then i wanted more
man i buss down yo betty yea im sorry she a f-ckin wh0re
man i buss that barretty send some shots right at his f-ckin core
b-tch i know yall not ready when i walk thru that f-ckin door
everybody gon panic when i make that b-tch hit the floor
dat b-tch wanna cuff me, she wanna arrest me
make her take the d-ck n then i tell her send her bestie
yea im f-ckin on that wop b-tch last name gilesky
she called me a man b-tch she was tryna offend me
but she dressed in ross b-tch while im in prada fendi
i can’t f-ck a broke b-tch they always talmbout lending
i can’t take no broke d-ck that sh-t is so uncleanly
she call me a c-nt b-tch i told u im unfriendly
b-tch im in miami, chillin with miami
this gon get the opps mad ik they can’t stand me
im fin make yo pops mad when i f-ck up on yo granny
if she talkin sh-t i send some shots up at yo nanny like
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