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letra de eta - ​ian

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[intro]
(haha, what the f—?)
hmm (haha, what the f—? haha, what the f—?)
yeah, yeah, huh, huh

[chorus]
huh, i jump off the porch to the , i still got no mercy for no ho

uh, i still gotta watch for them sharks when i’m deep in that water, it’s so cold
uh, your ho not gon’ play her lil’ part, then it’s, “hasta la vista, so long”
uh, f-ck, i’m throwed off, i got your ho goin’ loco
uh, b-tch, go home, i ain’t pickin’ up none of your phone calls
uh, throw him some bread, he’ll switch on his own mans
my car doors vertical, shorty, i’m pressin’ that b-tton, so watch for your forehead

[verse]
my mom done told me ’bout savin’ my money, i’m spendin’ that sh-t like a grown man
just hopped out, floatin’, i’m two blunts deep and i’m too turnt up for the romance
baby girl, let’s come on then
let’s get goin’, sometimes i gеt in my own world, but i’m just growin’
b-tch, go get in your own bag, my sh-t overflowin’
this b-tch must have a diploma, that brain goin’ dumb, godd-mn
rеal fast, we’ll go pink flaming’, runnin’ from gsp
real mad, i done missed out on an m, i was on dnd
h-ll yeah, could’ve bought three of your cribs off my dsps
godd-mn, i’m tryna get rid of this b-tch, ho can’t leave me be
f-ck the chains, i threw my advance in some real estate
real pay, hop up out that, “d-mn, boy, you really made it”
i know i’m not hearin’ from they ass ’til i really make it
stop, eighty-thousand from my head to my f-ckin’ ankles
[bridge]
wait, call the plug up, “what’s your eta?” hey
might call your ho up, “what’s your eta?” hey
wraith doin’ donuts, feel like gta

wraith-wraith doin’ donuts, feel like gta

[chorus]
huh, i jump off the porch to the , i still got no mercy for no ho

uh, i still gotta watch for them sharks when i’m deep in that water, it’s so cold
uh, your ho not gon’ play her lil’ part, then it’s, “hasta la vista, so long”
uh, f-ck, i’m throwed off, i got your ho goin’ loco
uh, b-tch, go home, i ain’t pickin’ up none of your phone calls
uh, throw him some bread, he’ll switch on his own mans
my car doors vertical, shorty, i’m pressin’ that b-tton, so watch for your forehead

[outro]
what’s your eta? what’s your—?

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