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letra de thot thot - jaydayoungan

[intro]
heartbeatz on the track

[chorus]
pulled up, drop top, backwood, hot box
pickin’ up my thot thot, tryna hit a hot spot
extra clips, hot glocks, f-ck 12, cops watch
b-tch, we got the block hot, they think we gon’ stop, not
i don’t talk on cellphones, bro called through a jail phone
b-tch blow up my phone, she ask when i’m comin’ home
i can’t leave her ‘lone, she just like my backbone
i used to be on bond, trappin’ ’til the pack gone

[verse]
designer gear come mismatched
stop callin’ for your b-tch back
glock right by my six-pack
i’m poppin’ percs like tic-tacs
can’t lie, i got my sh-t sn-tched
but i came for my sh-t back
pull up like, “let me get that”
got somethin’ for they b-tch -ss
b-tch i brung them knots out
don’t make us bring them glocks out (them glocks out)
tryna catch the opps out
f-ck school, i dropped out (i dropped out)
bad b-tch, she jocked out
good d-ck got her knocked out
she hate when i pull out
she like it in her mouth
i love the microphone
she tell me she like my songs (she like my songs)
better suck all on my b-lls
yeah, while i write this song (i write this song)
you better not stop until i say
i know it might be long (it might be long)
i put it all across her face
then f-ck her all night long

[outro]
bro called through a jail phone
she ask when i’m comin’ home
trappin’ ’til the pack gone
trappin’ ’til the pack gone

- jaydayoungan

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