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letra de ho please shut up - jxd!

[intro]
i’m healed!

[chorus]
ho please shut up
i’m just gon’ be frank with you, don’t give a f-ck
i really don’t care, b-tch i’m focused on bucks
can’t get my attention, b-tch you outta luck
ya really ain’t good for nothing but a nut
b-tch played with me once and i bossed the f-ck up
i got all this ice on me, feel like king tut
that b-tch for the team, down, set, hut!

[verse 1]
these n-ggas can’t stop me, i’m putting that work in
that ho really stupid, she can’t get a birkin
yo b-tch really neaky, like ho stop that flirting
b-tch i do not feel sh-t, these perkies not working
big ol’ fat booty, that ho get to twerking
lil’ n-gga explain why yo ho started squirting for me
that ho done sеduced me, put her in alyx
hit that sh-t from thе back, sent her boyfriend the leaks
my n-gga, that’s mad disrespectful
he ran like teen x, put the pedal to metal
you can dress like me, what you want, a medal?
n-gga run up on me, i send him to the devil
(oh sh-t!) look at the time
it’s seven o’ clock, time to break yo b-tch spine
she scream jxd! when i hit from behind
that sh-t kinda crazy, you ain’t in her mind
[bridge]
(huh, mm)
b-tch i live rent free all up in that b-tch
said d-ck is too big and it’s making her twitch
these n-ggas copy me down to the stitch
i beat it too hard and now you need to fix-
her back, i broke it
said you a dog, get a stick and then poke it
all i gotta do, whip out d-ck and she throat it
that b-tch got some ass and she ain’t ’fraid to show it

[verse 2]
late night, bentley bentayga, the windows tinted
he looked at my diamonds, the n-gga had squinted
i hit her with 1, 2 pumps and she finished
i’m up to no good like i’m denis the menace (yeah)
i keep a glock, b-tch you know i’m gon’ spin
i was just up in china, i’m counting up yen
in her v-g-n-, i’m drunk off of gin’
don’t know how to stop so i keep going in
pull up with the hammer, i’m f-cking your mom with no manner, she said she “want me”, “come again?”
i told her “i’m sorry, the p-ssy was good, but i think it’d be better if we just was friends”
i friend-zoned your mother, run up on me whip out the cutter, then send yo dumbass to the gutters
then i call my brother, he bury and burn yo ass, we replicates of one another
[outro]
we crazy like that
say some dumb sh-t and best believe that one of us pull of the mac, and shoot at your back
now you got a toe tag, and yo mama is sad
and this all could’ve been avoided if you wasn’t tryna be so bad!

- jxd

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