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letra de i wanna - j.p., enrgy beats & babyfxce e

[intro: j.p.]
(enrgy made this one)
tell me what’s the move?
what you wanna do?

[chorus: j.p.]
i wanna f-word (i bet you do)
i wanna f-ck (i know)
i wanna f-word
i’m tryna—

[verse 1: j.p.]
never had to play my hand to get a b-tch ’cause she was goin’ first (yes, sir)
i’m in the d, got this bad b-tch rollin’ up this backwood full of crud, b-tch, i’m on one
she said she wanna f-ck, but she want her
call up your friends, get a three-way (get a three-way)
that bag ’round, b-tch, i keep pape’ (b-tch, i keep pape’)
i’m runnin’ sh-t like this a relay (a relay)
12:30, don’t you be late (don’t you be late)
i been that n-gga since a lil’ one, you don’t know me, ho? (huh?)
jockin’ b-tches out they jeans, b-tch, i keep a real (yes, sir)
i catch her lookin’ and she tooken, she ain’t comin’ home
huh, walk her to the bathroom, let me get that dome
b-tch, ain’t no snappin’ the group chat, let me get that phone (no)
i only been rappin’ for a year, it ain’t been that long (no, sir)
but i don’t think i did enough (nah)
i ain’t callin’ you no uber if you ain’t finna let me f-ck, b-tch
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
come here, lil’ baby, let me tell your ass what’s up, huh
i looked at everybody and you the baddest in the club
oh, you like me now? just imagine when we f-ck (f-ck)
i was at your girl and i just sn-tched her off a hug (come here)
i just wanna know you on the same time as me (b-tch)
i just wanna know is we f-ckin’ when we leave? (come on)
i just wanna know if i can get in with my heat
i just made a bitty hit her knees like i was j.p. (b-tch)
the block turnt, we in the middle of the street (yeah)
got her in the ‘cat, she say, “i ain’t never been in one of these”
smoke exotic weed, this the sh-t that hurt your chest (yeah)
i’m not good with threats, you gon’ get hit up in your neck (b-tch)
i know i can come and f-ck you better than your ex
p-ssy got some power, b-tch, you better watch your head (yeah)
want it in all blues, that sh-t better than a check (blues)
gotta call my phone, all that textin’ don’t get read (on god)
pull up to the bnb and bring all your friends (come on)
turnt to wwe and put ’em on they head, huh
these ain’t no prescription, how these glasses cost a band? (how?)
i just wanna f-ck, we ain’t gotta lock it in (yop)

[chorus: j.p.]
i wanna f-word (i bet you do)
i wanna f-ck (i know)
i wanna f-word
i’m tryna—

- j p enrgy beats babyfxce e

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