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letra de face no book (remix) - heemdeezy

(intro)
yea yea yea and allat b-tch it’s the joint, the trophy himself and allat stop playin

hm, yea aight. hm

(verse)
i just pulled up in a-
hold on wait
i just pulled up in a benz, let me bring yo friends
if you ain’t throwin neck baby you can’t get up in
and i ain’t goin in if i can’t bring the glock in
i can’t do the 9-5 i could never clock in
i was never up in school, i was out flockin
b-tch i’m mr. turn nothing into somethin
we don’t do no succa duckin
we them n-ggas that was born to cause rucked
slidin on the succas at 3:00 in the morning in a bucket
ima die behind my grammy’s if he touch it ima up it
0.45 if a n-gga think he mr. incredible
ass so fat i be mad that it ain’t edible
she sucked a n-gga so good that she turned me to a vegetable
b-tch don’t ask me what i’m doin like it ain’t money on my schedule

if you wanna take it there we can take it there
best believe that ima risk it all if it’s paper there
i be at his b-tch house all the time i get faded there
hm, they don’t want no smoke i was out on they block
tryna terrorize they whole gang but n0body out
hm, we the ones that yellow tape the whole crime scene

i’m the young n-gga with the chili so they don’t like me
b-tch i’m toxic i’ll block you while you typing
why the f-ck you call me over and your clothes on
i know she ain’t sh-t cause she don’t never leave her phone on

(bridge)
hm, girl you bad i’m tryna f-ck you with the lights on
ima lock her in as pretty face in my iphone
if i show up at 3:00 in the morning you know what i’m on

skinny winny lightskin little brace face
beat the yocky up got the b-tch screamin “gang gang”
got her toes curlin signs like she gang bang
hold on… d-mn hm, tuh
(heemdeezy)
yo hoe yeah she diggin’ me
don’t got a squabble like is you kiddin’ me
i need a 304 who on go, who gon keep the semi

my 304 got the glock in her purse she don’t temp me
0.40 sh-lls knocked off his top it didn’t fit heem

i don’t like the internet beef boy you can have it
d-mn baby it’s lookin’ so fat like can i grab it?
lil n-gga, but got a squabble, b-tch ima savage
kilt that n-gga, put em in a bag sent him to dallas

cause she bad and she know got a blower but don’t blow it
you got ass baby show it let’s not be heroic
got a scale baby broke it come here let me choke it
spark the wood baby smoke it poe up the wocky and the doses
i just pulled up with that glocky and i wiped a n-gga nose

i just pulled up with that glocky and i took off his skull
i like my hoes mean who gone always keep the pole
got my back any day baby never gone fold

(outro)
b-tch you bad and you know it, fine in the face you got ass baby throw it, put it in my face, baby who you bank with? wells or the chase, see the sauce that i’m drippin’ she like “daddy can i taste”?

- heemdeezy

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