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letra de i thought - jourdan brothern

[chorus]
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought that i was p-ssy?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought you was looking?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought i was goofy?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought- n-gga what is you doing?
you can’t get mad at me, n-gga stop inviting me
she want the vetements, give her a vitamin
girl you better get yo mans, ’cause he testing me
promise, you don’t wanna see the rest i got in me
f-cked yo b-tch allegedly she riding many d
spray this choppa on the opps, n-gga this ain’t febreze
line a n-gga up, but he bald call him mr. clean
same colored bean, leave yo ass on seen
[verse]
moving from city to city to city
i’m f-cking that b-tch, she showing her titty
catfish that hoe, told her my name ricky
i play with that kitty until it sticky
i’m tryna see cardi and nicki gеt freaky
i never seen 2 of thеm bouncing on d-cky
i keep me a bl!cky, he a rat like mickey
that b-tch too picky, this choppa too biggy
n-gga be dissing me, he in the closet
he g-y, go straight up and lock it
this beef like albums, we drop it
i’m so fly, i’m like a rocket
love batman, young n-gga robbin
got 50k in my pocket
why your opps the thing you blocking?
there’s no one that can really stop it
shh, drop me a glock and a whole lotta bands right out of my bag
i’m shooting a n-gga if he touching my money, now his momma mad
put that n-gga straight on a newspaper, now his face up on a bag
got me some brand new jeans that’s xxl, you b-tches gone know i sag
like riri, work, work, work
i make that b-tch twerk, twerk, twerk
go out popping percs, percs, percs
n-gga it ain’t worth, worth, worth
little n-gga it’s my turn, turn, turn
watch this n-gga burn, burn, burn
this n-gga gone learn, learn, learn
don’t touch my kern, kern, kern
[chorus]
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought that i was p-ssy?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought you was looking?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought i was goofy?
i thought
i thought
i thought
i thought- n-gga what is you doing?
you can’t get mad at me, n-gga stop inviting me
she want the vetements, give her a vitamin
girl you better get yo mans, ’cause he testing me
promise, you don’t wanna see the rest i got in me
f-cked yo b-tch allegedly she riding many d
spray this choppa on the opps, n-gga this ain’t febreze
line a n-gga up, but he bald calm him mr. clean
same colored bean, leave yo ass on seen

- jourdan brothern

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