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letra de story - juneonnabeat

[intro: juneonnabeat]
(juneonnabeat)
turn me up, then
ooh

[verse 1: juneonnabeat]
[?] in the sprite make it hit stronger
she like droppin’ attitude ’cause you hit longer
i used to drive a bucket, had ten owners
all backseat action, b-tch, bend over
we in this track tryna make the jeep flip over
when i’m high, i drive slow and won’t get over
‘migo know i’m bullsh-ttin’, i’m tryna get over
and now he want action or a clip-over

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i ain’t gon’ lie, the last plug i had, my n-ggas hit a l!ck on him
they just took his sh-t, they ain’t even up a stick on him
i’m the type to hit a l!ck, scope thе play out, and then sit on ’em
right beforе he walk in the crib, we gon’ get on him
in the crib chillin’, this b-tch callin’, tryna get over
i ain’t finna come and get you, b-tch, call a lyft over
she bad as h-ll, i wish that you could see the hips on her
i told her, “just know, when you get here, i’m droppin’ d-ck on you”

[verse 3: juneonnabeat]
up that motherf-ckin’ stick on you
keep jumpin’ out my hand, you got motherf-ckin’ kick on you
uh, i’ll motherf-ckin’ sit on you
start hoppin’ out them vans with them motherf-ckin’ bl!cks on you
i ain’t like her, had to ditch on her
goofy-ass b-tch, i ain’t even finna trip on her
bought my b-tch the same shoes and told her, “drip on her”
i’ll pull up in this ‘cat with the kit on her
[verse 4: grindhard e]
i ain’t gotta cheat, see a b-tch i wanna f-ck and put my b-tch on her
you the type to catch your b-tch cheatin’ and then beat on her
i’m the type of f-ck to spin a b-tch and pull a d on her
she a freaky b-tch, i whip my d-ck out and leave skeet on her

[verse 5: juneonnabeat]
ah, my lifer partner, he don’t even ask for jpay
only cash app for some pay-pay
i’ll spin around this b-tch like i’m day-day
let me drive the boat and we gon’ crash, b-tch, mayday
she gon’ do whatever a n-gga, n-gga say-say
d-mn, i’m lyin’, she mad i kept callin’ her shay shay
in the backseat with hector, we was pullin’ down on jorge
i been on my lawyer line tryna figure out the court date

[verse 6: grindhard e]
high as h-ll, almost took the bl!ck into my court date
i’ma f-ckin’ get some head, i ain’t really into foreplay
walk in the store and scam, if they ask, then my name is cordae
quit sellin’ dope, the fiends askin’, “where is shorday?”
i mean shorty
any day, i’ma pick the fn over the 40
almost shot a fiend when he paid me, he tried to short me
whipped the heat out aggressive, he tried to change up his story

- juneonnabeat

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