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letra de draft day - heembeezy

[intro]
i’m so glad you chose me, baby (baby)
and i’ll make you so happy
yeah
let me tell ’em like this, listen, hold up
yeah, i’m gettin’ warmed up (beezy)
yeah, oh yeah
yeah
hmm, hmm, yeah

[verse 1]
she a top model b-tch (yeah)
gave her twenty racks, i walk her straight through wells fargo, b-tch (grrah)
gangster b-tch, she play with sticks (grrah)
she pop percocets and sh-t (come on)
went to school, became a nurse, oh, you be workin’ for your sh-t
hold on, yeah, that’s that sh-t i like
baby girl, you just my type (b-tch, you my type)
pack your bags, come spend thе night (yeah)
matter fact, don’t miss your flight
huh, i’ma fly you out to london
you, your homegirl, and your cousin (know mе)
we keep it between us and i won’t tell n0body nothin’
i’m the one you can put your trust in

[chorus]
girl, you like my drug, like my drug, i pop you every day
you my percocet to the molly in my lemonade
think i need my cdl, i’m beatin’ up the interstate
left me for that f-ck n-gga, i don’t need her anyways
[verse 2]
yeah, now, b-tch, i need you like i need my glock (my glock)
take it with me, spin it on the opps (grrah)
b-tch, you leave me and that’s your ass (huh)
b-tch, i’m comin’ for your top (huh)
you know that i love you, bae
yeah, ain’t no b-tch that can take your spot (huh)
they smoke dope and sip on drank
yeah, it’s me and you, forever we locked in
why they hate me, dog? (huh)
i sweat, blood, and tears to ride mercedes, dog
hmm, let a n-gga hold me? nah (b-tch)
i just turn the handcuffs into rollies, yeah
b-tch, i turned ’em to the rollies, dog (huh)
n-gga snitchin’, talkin’ to the police, nah (yeah)
i’ma go back to jail if i don’t listen, f-ck them b-tches
i’ll take off and go missin’ on ’em

[outro]
i don’t understand why they hate me, dog

- heembeezy

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