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letra de bitch of the month - kaisani

[verse: skyte]
hands up, we stickin’ you up (yuh, yuh)
i can’t hold the cash in my pockets
resorted to zippin’ the duff (on god)
they need to go home with that ridin’
they got all that d-ck in they b-tt (let’s go)
you ain’t believin’ the plan, you fall, i ain’t pickin’ you up
i ain’t pickin’ you up
i ain’t pickin’ you up (on god)
oh, you don’t f-ck with me? like i’m givin’ a f-ck
b-tch, i’m a geek, i’m solvin’ a problem, so, boy, is you with it or what?
this ho a freak, she usin’ that noggin’, she my favorite b-tch of the month
yeah, add a lil’ grabba, that’s a perfect mix with the runts
yeah, i’m finna call up my partner, he pull up with sticks in the trunk
yeah, i get too lit with the codeine and sprite start mixin’ the stuff
yeah, chop finna take that boy life, yeah, that n-gga get bl!cked in the dust
b-tch, is we f-cking or what?
i ain’t eat nothin’ today
i just been runnin’ it up
no, we don’t come to play (let’s go)
n0body humblin’ us
i’m finna up the drake
that ho got some double d drums
i need to wrap up, i got so many sons
and i can’t lack, no, b-tch, you ain’t holdin’ my gun
i’m like the dark knight, n-ggas don’t know when i come
they watchin’ the gang on tv, like we was showin’ them some
we in the club
throwin’ them dubs, you throwin’ them ones
whole lotta guns
loadin’ them up, we goin’ to dump
yeah, pop up that godd-mn cut, and now that boy’s shoulders slumped
yeah, don’t wanna smoke yo’ pack, it don’t make my nose erupt
she stoppin’ for you, i know that she go for us (she goin’)
intimate with my meat, she goin’ below the nuts
wallet fat, can’t even fold it up (uh-huh)
n-ggas p-ssy, they ain’t even try me
cause they know what’s up, d-mn
[verse 2: kaisani]
b-tch, you ain’t old enough
n-ggas be talkin’ like hoes and such
yeah, i’m finna roll the dutch
you not a 10, but you close enough
godd-mn, finna inspect the whole mouth
i got my utensil open up
yeah, told b-tch i’m a pot of gold
open my pants, you’ll see golden dust
yeah, said i’m not f-ckin’ tonight
what, i defeat the challenge, yuh, yuh
yeah, i’m a trap n-gga
i put up the ones, i throw my whole balance, yuh, yuh
yeah, i’m sippin’ wock
yeah, this dirty mud, drink it by the gallon, yuh, yuh
yeah, the ho mvp, she play with the b-lls like she tony allen (godd-)
godd-mn, this just my bedroom
but when i crack, it turn to a palace, yuh
yeah, i finna cop me a perc’
my plug on the way, tell me what’s the status, uh
took a b-tch to wonderland
she all on my d-ck, i call the ho alice, uh (yeah)
n-ggas, they chat on the web
i notice the bullsh-t, i peep all the malice, d-mn
yeah, waiter come bring me the chain
this dumb b-tch don’t know my lore
yeah, yeah, you play the long game
i hit that b-tch in one night and i score
yeah, lil’ ho, i need me some more
she on her knees ’till her acl tore
wait ’till i catch that boy stealin’ my music
i take his lil’ dumbass to court
[outro: kaisani]
(p-ssy ass n-gga, blah)
wait, where am i
bro, you feel that
i’m so high, i can’t- i can’t even feel nothin’ right now
what i said
i got a whole lot of bankrolls, i don’t got no ones

- kaisani

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