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letra de london tipson - jordan d. mitchell

b-tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b-tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby
b-tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b-tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby

b-tch i’m crippin’ with n-ggas we got b-tches in villa
senoritas, mamacitas, throwin ass like some strippers
cuz you fake set tripping, now you laying with yo brothers
and we no nothing tell 12 i need a lawyer
we was out here on a mission, we gon get it how we get it
tell the b-tches to bring b-tches, bro i’m really bout thеm digits
when come to the bag, running track hoе i’m sprintin’
gotta white b-tch an asian call that b-tch london tipsum’
n-gga you don’t want the beef, i’ma chef b-tch i’m cooking
glock 19 on my hip, quit lookin
i slide into the party now yo b-tch really choosing
if a hoe lose me, that’s an l b-tch you loosing
my b-tch so bad i keep a glock cuz n-ggas foolish
say some sl!ck sh-t then its thunder b-tch i’m shootin
got it on my own, b-tch i’m really bout the movement
hyphy ain’t dead the southside goin stupid
b-tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b-tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby
b-tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b-tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby

b-tch i’m lit, like a bic, i blow the whistle for the hoes
all these b-tches wanna kiss under my roof no mistletoe
i just wanna function, i don’t care about the budget
if a n-gga trippin, he gon lay down with his cousin
b-tch i go sped, shake them dreads, on da gang
b-tch you fed, got the lead, don’t make me spray
shawty shaking ass, know i pulled up to her place
blew her back out, she said i cannot be replaced
snub-nosed on me, please don’t make me catch a body
redbone on me, mixed b-tch called me papi
rich bad b-tches, got em twerkin’ in the lobby
said she never threw ass, now i know that b-tch be lying
all i smoke is gas, high octane b-tch we flying
feel like superman, but im wayne when i’m driving
nike check in my pocket, just do it know i’m sliding
she call a n-gga jack gave me da booty like a pirate

- jordan d mitchell

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