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letra de catch him - ​hopoutyoshino

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[chorus]
b-tch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i f-ck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin’ off lean, i’m sippin’ codeine, i’m booted off beans, like, huh
b-tch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that ar attacked him, i got h-lla racks in the bank, if he want a lil’ feat, we gon’ tax the b-tch, i just be shooting them threes, like, huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil’ b-tch, i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this sh-t sounding clear? it ain’t no man i fear, like, huh
she f-ckin’, hit her from the rear, nah, you ain’t gеttin’ near, lil’ b-tch, you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, whеn i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like, huh

[verse]
double back with the g-10, leave a p-ssy right on the cement
i got an arp, but i’m not ayerp, how is you slime if you ain’t got no tec?
b-tch, i’m runnin’ up these checks, b-tch, i’m fanned out, check the specs
all of my sistas be walking around with fn’s, they finna aim it at yo neck
my b-tch, she stay with sniper, hit you in yo head, put you on yo ass
i’m in the field souljas, and they seein’ red, b-tch, you’ll never last
hop in a amg ‘cedes, i’m speedin’ down quick, i think i might crash
p-ssy, we are not the same, i’m upper then you, we always contrast
no, you ain’t talk bout sh-t, you a little b-tch, you gotta admit it
i walk in this b-tch, and i brought my stick in it
he talkin’ crazy, b-tch, i’m getting rid of him
b-tches be whining, just quit it
all of my flows, he bit it
walk out of the house, i’m fitted
shut yo b-tch ass up, listen

[chorus]
b-tch, huh, we spot him, we got him, we shot him, i f-ck on yo daughter, we lob her, she naughty, i’m noddin’ off lean, i’m sippin’ codeine, i’m booted off beans, like, huh
b-tch, huh, we catch him, he lacking, that ar attacked him, i got h-lla racks in the bank, if he want a lil’ feat, we gon’ tax the b-tch, i just be shooting them threes, like, huh
you tryna come spin over here, run you over like dear, lil’ b-tch, i got that gear, made his ass disappear, is this sh-t sounding clear? it ain’t no man i fear, like, huh
she f-ckin’, hit her from the rear, nah, you ain’t gettin’ near, lil’ b-tch, you not my peer, cut him off like it shears, when i look in the mirror, it’s a real sista here, like, huh

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