letra de fine shyt - hebo & mortox
(yuh), you know what i’m sayin’
i try to keep it boolin, try to keep it coolin’ with you n-ggas, yuh
all these p-ssy ass n-ggas tryna’ do work (work, yeah)
all these p-ssy ass n-ggas tryna’ do work (yeah, uh)
this that newest sh-t, my b-tches splurge (bop bop bop)
this that newest sh-t, my b-tches splurge (yeah, splurge)
i feel like baby g, take off my shirt, yeah (yuh yuh)
them n-ggas wanna play with me, take his ass to the curb (yeah, yuh yuh)
my b-tch wanna suck my d-ck, it’s too absurd (it’s absurd, yeah)
if she ask me if i love her, it’s absurd (absurd, yeah)
it’s the latest sh-t, i pull up with the baddest b-tch
it’s the latest sh-t, i pull up with the baddest b-tch (yuh, yeah)
i’ll slime you out, if you talk ’bout fine sh-t (yuh, yeah)
i’ll slime you out, if you talk ’bout fine sh-t (yeah, yeah)
she a y2k wannabe b-tch, she wanna rave rave rave (yeah yeah)
i ain’t f-cking with all that sh-t, think it’s time for me to dip (yuh, yeah)
i ain’t f-cking with all that sh-t, think it’s time for me to leave (yuh, yeah)
me and my cousin hit the leaf (yuh, yeah)
me and my cousin hit that b-tch (yuh, yeah)
i f-ck that b-tch from the back, then i pass around like a team (yeah)
pass that b-tch around like soccer tees, in miami signing all these titties
i been trappin’ out, no time for me (yuh)
i been trappin’ out, no time for me, i been wildin’ out, you know what i mean? (yeah)
i been wildin’ out, you know what i mean?
them n-ggas wanna make fun of me, i beat they’ ass, count of three
you ain’t on sh-t, you wannabe (yeah), don’t call your pops, come with me
tryna’ give a f-ck, but i don’t, tryna’ give a f-ck, but i’m free
tryna’ give a f-ck, but i don’t, tryna’ give a f-ck, but i’m free
(yuh) pull up with the latest sh-t, i pull up with the latest sh-t
i pull up with the latest sh-t, i pull up with the latest sh-t (yeah, yeah)
might just take all your b-tches, taking all your b-tches (ya dig, ya dig?)
cause you really, ain’t on sh-t, you really ain’t on sh-t (ya dig, ya dig?)
might just take all your b-tches, taking all your b-tches (ya dig, ya dig?)
cause you really, ain’t on sh-t, you really ain’t on sh-t (ya dig?)
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