letra de catfood - islurwhenitalk
show me something new
b-tch i’m tryna take some blues
retro 4’s with the trues
b-tch n-gga i’m done with you
retro 5’s and them sh-ts pink
b-tch n-gga you can’t compete
b-tch n-gga can’t cop no plea
b-tch n-ggas come kiss my feet
b-tch fell off that sh-t was steep
b-tch come over just to suck my f-cking meat
she a freak up in the sheets
like talking down b-tch you under me
yo b-tch stay on her knees
she suck me til her jaw lock
she suck me til its hurting
better act like you heard of me
told my mom to quit the worrying
i drop whenever i wan’t
b-tch ass n-ggas do not hurry me
drop 30 in that n-gga head i’m finna steph curry
slap my b-tch ass til it’s red that b-tch was out here burning
skkkult be the team, truey on me b-tch check the seams
you don’t get money b-tch f-ck you mean
probably why yo b-tch wanna f-ck on me
if a n-gga try to tax you for the p you best run off on him
and i’m always speaking facts n-gga i’m eating tryna get some green
n-gga, i ain’t never gave a f-ck b-tch
pull up on a f-ck n-gga, let it dump quick
put d-ck on her tongue b-tch, i’m tryna get money hoe
i was outside taxin for h tryna get that bankroll
b-tch buy me whatever i wan’t call her a bank hoe
n-gga say my music ass it’s not like yours my sh-t crank hoe
get the f-ck out my dm’s with yo stank ass
my b-tch giving head real good like she ash kaashh
and that ass fat, my n-gga i’m finna tap that
pull up on a f-ck n-gga broad day screaming gimme that
yo b-tch tryna give me that, i’ma break her f-cking back
take yo b-tch shopping i spent like two i ain’t even need a rack
these n-ggas hoes b-tch, my heart be froze and sh-t
my bro keep bl!ck, and he keep pole too
walk up on that b-tch like what it do
cross me one too many times i’m done with you
aye, i’m finna have to show dude
and if you do some burn sh-t keep that sh-t lowk dude
my b-tch get low dude, yo b-tch get low too
let me keep it a buck i never use pro tools
ayye, you’s a pro tool
n-ggas only be on tough guy sh-t when they in bad moods
pure black excellence but my n-gga i’m a bad dude
ayye, bad stuff turn you to cat food, n-gga
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