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letra de could never - jucee froot

[intro]
dmac, pop your sh-t, dmac, pop your sh-t, yeah
jucee
lil’ one hundred, b-tch
bando sh-t
f-ck

[pre-chorus]
walk in the club, where them bands at? (bands at)
wasn’t even stunting your n-gga (wasn’t even stunting your n-gga)
but b-tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (yo, where your man at?)
pressure, zaza
they know i’m popping, them hoes can’t stand that
he got me dripping, that p-ssy hit different
i ride it, i bet he gon’ lamb that (skrr, skrr)

[chorus]
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
irritate me and get me out my bag (me out my bag)
thеse p-ssy hoes can’t nevеr (never)
f-ck on my n-gga, that p-ssy on sn-tch
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
go cop a masi pay for it in cash
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
get up with a b-tch ’cause i stay on they ass
[verse 1]
i am that b-tch, so it ain’t no comparing
all this ass on me, these hoes get embarrassed
that p sh-t is in me, like that sh-t generic
i call him daddy but he ain’t my parent
he put me in carats that didn’t come from jareds
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas like my name is karen
that sh-t for the birds, let them talk like a parrot
the p-ssy so good when he in it he swearing
why would i care how a p-ssy hoe move? (p-ssy hoe move)
hating on the next b-tch, that’s what p-ssy hoes do (p-ssy hoes do)
don’t speak on me, b-tch, we ain’t never been cool
why i stay up in they mouth?
’cause none better than the juice (ooh)
still that b-tch, ain’t none gone change (never gon’ change)
hoess saying that it’s up, they ain’t never on a plane
b-tch or a n-gga, i’m the hardest in the game
iced out at my shows, i ain’t tucking my chain

[refrain]
who else can do it like me?
started from sh-t, now my music on shows on tv (shows on tv)
who else put on for the city? (the city)
i moved from memphis, but b-tch, i still bleed ten-a-key (bleed ten-a-key)
what b-tch is f-cking with me?
moment of silence
i’ll wait
this sh-t is nothing to me (nothing to me)
i sh-t with my diamonds (sh-t with my diamonds)
x-ray (yee)
[pre-chorus]
walk in the club, where them bands at? (bands at)
wasn’t even stunting your n-gga (wasn’t even stunting your n-gga)
but b-tch since you talking, tell me where your man at (yo, where your man at?)
pressure, zaza
they know i’m popping, them hoes can’t stand that
he got me dripping, that p-ssy hit different
i ride it, i bet he gon’ lamb that (skrr, skrr)

[chorus]
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
irritate me and get me out my bag (me out my bag)
these p-ssy hoes can’t never (never)
f-ck on my n-gga, that p-ssy on sn-tch
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
go cop a masi pay for it in cash
these p-ssy hoes could never (never)
get up with a b-tch ’cause i stay on they ass

[verse 2]
i pop my sh-t, i talk my sh-t (my sh-t)
it ain’t no topping this (topping this)
i’m on they head (head)
i’m on they neck, these hoes need oxygen (oxygen)
i’m stupid fine (fine), and super thick
built like a stripper b-tch (stripper b-tch)
my money wide, (wide), my money long (long)
just like my n-gga d-ck (my n-gga d-ck)
got birkins on birkins, i’m clean as detergent
he say i’m a meal, so that’s me that i’m serving
i might got my flaws but my p-ssy is perfect (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
he getting up in it, it’s tighter than virgins
never compete with a b-tch that be all up on my cl-t
might as well gon swallow my p-ss (yeah, yeah)
i rather spit on a d-ck than to spit on a diss ’bout a b-tch
that can’t touch me like frisk (yeah, yeah)
[refrain]
who else can do it like me?
started from sh-t, now my music on shows on tv (shows on tv)
who else put on for the city? (the city)
i moved from memphis, but b-tch, i still bleed ten-a-key (bleed ten-a-key)
what b-tch is f-cking with me?
moment of silence
i’ll wait
this sh-t is nothing to me (nothing to me)
i sh-t with my diamonds (sh-t with my diamonds)
x-ray (oh-oh)
yeah, yeah, yeah

- jucee froot

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