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letra de loot - homele$

[verse]
que pasa amigo
i’m back in this b-tch
if that head game is right and that p-ssy is good throw a rack at that b-tch
walk in the club with a strap in that b-tch
n-ggas they shoot like iraq in that b-tch
i peel off in the thunder bird
up in johannesburg imma lay back with this african b-tch
came from the bottom, my grand-mama house
a funeral first kicked the cameras out
ninety-nine bottles up there on the floor
we were wildin’ now it’s just like an animals house
eating up rappers, the cannibals out
bust off in your b-tch while she lay on your couch
i get head in the whip while she driving that b-tch
if you b-tch on my d-ck then my hands in her p-ssy
you think they your homies they snakes in thе end
my home boy just died, mothеr-f-ck a new friend
one day you hear it the next day you worried
still mourning my n-gga so f-ck your new b-tch
i’m drinking liquor to mask all the pain
my high coming down
imma crash, going faint
partied enough get the money my n-gga
cause one day they might come and bash in your brain
[chorus]
we up in this b-tch (up in this b-tch)
just got paid (n-gga just got paid)
got this drink in my cup (drink in my cup)
n-gga just got straight (i’m straight, n-gga)
we been on it all night (we on it)
i don’t know about you (we f-ck it up)
on the beach i sit
she wanna have my baby

[post-chorus]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]

[verse 2]
east side n-gga
turn [?] into pine box
this marijuana make your motherf-cking brain stop
eyes wider than a cyclopes
might throw a b-tch ass n-gga out a side box
three strikes on my high tops
you don’t got no f-cking jams up on your ipod
becky, my god
i bet you l!ck her p-ssy leave her eyes wide
so hot its like we’re sitting over on jupiter
getting money they would think i work with lucifer
being broke was never cool to us
being glued to the concrete never new to us
your favorite rapper just a fairy tale
i’m the man cause i know his girlfriend very well
she let me f-ck her on the ferris wheel
hits south-east and got head while [?]
i never paid for the hair and nails
vodka got a n-gga spinning like a carousel
i’m harder than a n-gga tryna tear a nail
for a match i keep it fair as h-ll
you can find me in the atl
might tear the f-cking club up [?]
n-ggas scared, walk quick
now f-ck you, pay me
[chorus]
we up in this b-tch (up in this b-tch)
just got paid (n-gga just got paid)
got this drink in my cup (drink in my cup)
n-gga just got straight (i’m straight, n-gga)
we been on it all night (we on it)
i don’t know about you (we f-ck it up)
on the beach i sit
she wanna have my baby

[post-chorus]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]

- homele

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