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letra de occasion - jenn carter

[intro: jenn carter]
(mmm, nah)
grah
(turn that up)
gang, gang, gang
(young madz)

[chorus: jenn carter]
got a baddie like shorty a doll (glah, glah, glah)
she so high and i think that she asian
hold my dollie, ain’t makin’ no calls
i be geekin’ and tweakin’ on any occasion (glah-glah, boom)
off the jenny, i’m feelin’ amazin’
bodies and bodies, smoke ’em to the faces
and my pole, i’ma keep it on chase
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas like i was a racist
[verse 1: jenn carter & asian doll]
asian doll said, ”we makin’ a movie”
i stay on the set and the actor my toolie
ain’t no snitchin’, ain’t no ratatouille
that b-tch is a thot and she no she a groupie (like)
like diamond, i stay in a loop
i am too tac’, keep a pole in the stu’ (glah-glah, boom)
like what? i’ma spin in a coupe
if you stop for the deez then you gettin’ a boot (gang, gang, gang)
i said shorty a diamond, ruby (glah-glah)
and that boy, he got knocked out his toolie (glah-glah, boom)
and i’m like sheff, i’m a g, so i cannot gеt moody
halloween, like the sh-t can get spooky
likе a lego, i stay on the block
opp thot said i’m hittin’ the spot (glah-glah, boom)
call me patrick, i stay with the rock (grr)
if you not 41, then you’re name, i forgot
aye

[verse 2: asian doll]
d-mn, these b-tches wanna gang bang
y’all was thirteen, how the gun sang?
gotta a lot of money, bought a lot of chains
i will dust this b-tch, if she say my name
p-ssy n-gga scared, better beat your feet
got a glock with the swtich, put that lil’ boy to sleep
he ain’t even my type, he be drillin’ for the free
if you wanna body drop, teach you how to pay the fee
beat up
catch a opp b-tch, she lack, get beat up
on the block, money this money this sunday my feet up
i ain’t got a heart for a eater
razors, n-ggas left, i don’t need her
aye
root list
b-tch n-gga diss me? she too less
n-gga try to play me? he clueless
thought i was a dummy for the love? you foolin’
aye
my life to real like a novel
we hit his top, woulda knock of his shoulders
he thought sh-t was funny, now he on a poster
i don’t want your n-gga, you f-cked him, it’s over
rob who?
you dumb
demons, they comin’, we pop out, you run
he tellin’, ”y’all pretty, i don’t need a gun”
i’m tellin’, ”you crazy, they k!llin’ for fun”
i’m back, i’m back, get whacked
i had a n-gga that turned to a rat
i know a n-gga got stabbed from the back
can’t speak on it now ’cause that n-gga a pack
don’t run
we chase
i’m with a shooter, you trip, you get laced
he want a casin’, like asian okay
don’t speak on my p-ssy, just asks how it tastes (ask how it tastes)
we in a uber, f-ck it
we spinnin’
y’all rugars
got techs
got shooters
my n-gga aimin’ to top the medulla
get dropped
these hoes ain’t tough, they thots
you ain’t never been gang, you pop
hoes get k!lled tryna sendin’ out the drop
[chorus: jenn carter]
got a baddie like shorty a doll (glah, glah, glah)
she so high and i think that she asian
hold my dollie, ain’t makin’ no calls
i be geekin’ and tweakin’ on any occasion (glah-glah)
off the jenny, i’m feelin’ amazin’
bodies and bodies, smoke ’em to the faces
and my pole, i’ma keep it on chase
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas like i was a racist
got a baddie like shorty a dog (glah, glah, glah)
she so high and i think that she asian
hold my dollie, ain’t makin’ no calls
i be geekin’ and tweakin’ on any occasion (glah-glah, boom)
off the jenny, i’m feelin’ amazin’
bodies and bodies, smoke ’em to the faces
and my pole, i’ma keep it on chase
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas like i was a racist (glah-glah, boom)

- jenn carter

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